4.10.25: Buying a Condo

Buying a condo was one of those decisions that felt like both a win and a weight. On one hand, it’s mine—my space, my investment. On the other hand, I’m constantly in this cycle of trying to improve it. New sofa, new windows, better lighting, small upgrades. And sometimes I just stop and wonder: what’s the end goal here? Am I really that much happier because I upgraded something? Or am I just chasing some idea of “better” that never actually lands? It’s weird how owning a place can make you feel grounded and restless at the same time.

4.09.25: Job Market

I think about what it’s going to be like trying to find a job when I’m 40—especially as someone who works remotely—and it honestly stresses me out. The world’s changing fast, and sometimes it feels like the older you get, the harder it is to stay relevant, especially if you’re not physically in an office somewhere. I love the freedom of remote work, but I wonder if that same flexibility will eventually work against me. Will companies still value experience if it doesn’t come with a big in-person presence? Or will they just look for younger, cheaper, always-online replacements?

4.08.25: AI Progress

I heard someone say that in terms of progress, AI right now is where the internet was in like 1996 or 1997—and honestly, that’s a pretty unsettling thought. Back then, most people had no clue how big the internet was going to get, how much it would reshape everything. If AI is at that same early stage, we’re in for a massive shift, and fast. It’s exciting, sure, but also kind of terrifying. The pace, the scale, the unknowns—it’s a lot. Feels like we’re standing on the edge of something huge, and we don’t fully understand what we’re stepping into.

4.07.25: Beach Condo

I’ve wanted a condo by the beach for as long as I can remember. Just something simple—somewhere I can hear the waves, see the ocean first thing in the morning, and go for a swim whenever I feel like it. That kind of setup feels like peace to me. But, like always, it comes down to money. I know it’s not impossible, but it’s one of those goals that hovers just out of reach. Still, I think about it a lot. The freedom, the quiet, the water right there. One day, maybe. Just need to figure out how to get there.

4.06.25: Loud Music

I can’t handle loud music anymore—like, bars and clubs just wreck me now. Not that I go out that often, but when I do, it’s brutal. The noise is overwhelming in the moment, and then the next day I feel completely fried. My head hurts, my body’s off, and I need like twelve hours of silence to reset. It’s not even about getting older—it just feels like my tolerance for that kind of stimulation vanished. I still enjoy going out sometimes, but I always regret the volume. Why is everything so unnecessarily loud? We get it—you have speakers. Relax.

4.05.25: I Get Excited

I get excited about stuff all the time—it’s just how I am. But for some reason, when I actually say it out loud, people look at me like I’ve said something strange. I don’t know if it’s the word “excited” or the fact that I genuinely mean it, but it catches people off guard. Like, sorry I have emotions and express them? It’s not some over-the-top thing either—I just like sharing what I’m into. Guess we’ve all gotten a little too used to pretending we don’t care. But I do. And I’m not going to pretend I don’t.

4.04.25: Same Restaurant

How many times can you go to the same restaurant in a month with a different girl each time before the staff starts judging you? There’s gotta be a limit. Once or twice? No big deal. Three or four? Questionable. Five or more? Now they’re taking bets on how this one ends. The waiter gives you that subtle smirk, the hostess remembers your “usual table,” and suddenly, you’re the main character in their workplace drama. Do they respect the game or silently roast you? Hard to say. Either way, you better start tipping well—or find a new spot.

4.03.25: Palindromes

I love palindromes. There’s something weirdly satisfying about words and phrases that loop back on themselves, like a secret code hidden in plain sight. Racecar, taco cat, madam, I’m Adam—they just hit different. It’s like language showing off, proving it can be clever without even trying. Numbers too—2112, 1221—clean, symmetrical, no loose ends. Maybe it’s the balance, the way it all clicks together. Or maybe I just enjoy pointless little patterns and mindless wordplay. Either way, palindromes are underrated. They’re simple, satisfying, and never change, forward or backward. Honestly, if you don’t like palindromes, I don’t trust you.

4.02.25: Massage Gun

I bought a massage gun, convinced it would change my life. Sore muscles? Gone. Daily recovery? Dialed in. Except now it just sits there, collecting dust like every other “game-changing” gadget I’ve impulse-bought. I used it once, thought, Yeah, this is nice, and then never touched it again. It’s not that it doesn’t work—I’m just too lazy to actually use it. Feels like a gym membership for my muscles: great in theory, neglected in practice. Maybe I’ll pick it up again someday. Or maybe it’ll just stay in the drawer, silently judging me for my poor life choices.

4.01.25: Sofa Shapes

Is there a word for L-shaped sofas that have a long section on both sides with an empty middle? Feels like there should be. It’s not quite an L-shaped couch, but it’s not a full circle either. If I had to name it, I’d go with “THE U”—clean, simple, and accurate. It’s the kind of couch that says, “Come hang,” but also “Stay in your lane.” Perfect for lounging, hosting, or just pretending you have your life together. Whatever it’s called, I respect the design. Function meets comfort. Now I just need to know if that’s the actual name.

3.31.25: Earthquake

There was an earthquake the other day and it totally tripped me out. One second everything was normal, and the next, my whole building was swaying like it was made of rubber. Pictures fell off the walls and shattered on the floor. Cooper bolted straight under the sofa and wouldn’t come out for hours. I just stood there, frozen, trying to figure out if I should run, hide, or just ride it out. It’s one thing to know earthquakes happen—but it’s a whole different thing to feel the ground move beneath you. Makes everything feel a little less solid.

3.30.25: Picky Eater

Cooper has officially entered his picky eater era. He used to be fine with dry food, but now? Won't even touch it. Wet food is the only thing on his menu—apparently, he’s got standards. I get it, though. If I had the choice between bland, crunchy pellets and something with actual flavor, I’d probably make the same call. But now I’ve got a little diva on my hands who turns his nose up at anything that doesn’t meet his new gourmet expectations. Guess I’m just here to serve the king his preferred cuisine. Dogs, man. They keep you humble.

3.29.25: I Like Graffiti

I’ve always admired graffiti. There's something captivating about turning dull walls into vibrant expressions of identity. Each tag or mural tells a story, a rebellion etched in bold colors and sharp lines, reshaping mundane spaces into living canvases. It's raw creativity at its finest, art born from risk and passion rather than galleries or critics. Graffiti artists break rules yet add soul to overlooked corners, making cities feel alive. For me, it's not vandalism—it's fearless storytelling, a powerful reminder that art thrives everywhere, not just where we're told to look. Graffiti's beauty lies precisely in its fearless authenticity.

3.28.25: Get Aligned

Dating is all about alignment. I’m not out here trying to force a connection that doesn’t fit. I can’t be out until 2 AM drinking on a “date” anymore—that’s not where I’m at. I need someone who’s on the same wavelength, who values the same things. It’s not about fun for the sake of fun; it’s about real connection, shared priorities, and actually enjoying each other’s company in a way that makes sense for both of us. If we’re not aligned on that, it’s just a waste of time. At this point, I know what I want—and what I don’t.

3.27.25: Successful or Satisfied?

I was asked the other day if I’d rather be successful or satisfied, and honestly, these kinds of questions are pretty dumb because they immediately put you in a box. But if I had to choose, I’d pick success. If I have a successful career, am a successful father, boyfriend, husband, or whatever, I assume satisfaction would naturally follow. That said, I don’t really like the word satisfied. It feels like settling, like you’ve reached a point and just stopped. There are much better feelings out there—fulfilled, excited, inspired—that go beyond just being satisfied. Why stop at "good enough"?

3.26.25: Go-To Shows

My go-to TV shows are Community and 30 Rock. The layered jokes, meta references, and sharp, clever writing never get old. I love how both shows reward you for paying close attention—there are jokes within jokes, callbacks, and little details you catch on rewatch. It’s that kind of humor that keeps things fresh no matter how many times I’ve seen them. Plus, the characters are ridiculous in the best way, and the shows aren’t afraid to poke fun at themselves. That combination of smart writing, quick wit, and self-awareness is exactly what I look for in a truly great comedy.

3.25.25: Bottle Episodes

I like bottle episodes in TV series. There’s something about focusing on a small, contained story that hits differently. One that comes to mind is Long, Long Time with Nick Offerman in The Last of Us. It’s his love story, completely separate from the main characters, and it’s beautifully done. I love when shows take a break from the overarching plot to dive deep into a single narrative—it feels more intimate, more personal. You get to sit with the characters, really feel their journey, and it often leaves a lasting impression. Sometimes, those standalone moments stick with me the most.

3.24.25: -ist Jobs

Today’s shoutout goes to people who have a job that ends in “ist.” Y’all are out here crushing it—ventriloquists bringing puppets to life, phlebotomists drawing blood like pros, mixologists crafting wild drinks, taxidermists making animals look alive again, and mycologists studying fungi (yes, seriously). The “ists” of the world keep things weird, wonderful, and moving forward in ways most of us don’t even think about. So here’s to you—the arsonists (well... maybe not you), numismatists, folklorists, oenologists, and all the other ists with fascinating, quirky jobs. You’re truly appreciated more than you probably hear. Keep doing your thing!

3.23.25: Indie Movies

I’m a big fan of Daniel Radcliffe and Robert Pattinson. They made a ton of money doing massive franchise films, and now they’re diving into super weird, really interesting indie movies—and I respect the hell out of that career move. They could’ve easily coasted on blockbuster roles forever, but instead, they chose projects that challenge them and showcase their full range. It’s genuinely cool seeing actors who aren’t afraid to take risks, even if it means confusing mainstream audiences. That kind of creative freedom, where you do things because they’re interesting rather than just profitable, is something I really admire deeply.

3.22.25: Words Matter

Words matter. The ones we use—or don’t use—have a huge impact on how our message is conveyed and, more importantly, how it’s perceived. A single word can change the tone of a conversation, shift someone’s perspective, or spark an entirely different reaction. It’s wild how something so simple can carry so much weight. Say the right thing, and you connect; say the wrong thing, and you risk being misunderstood. Even silence speaks volumes. I think about that a lot—how choosing words carefully isn’t just about sounding good, but about making sure what you mean is what people actually hear.