I am proud to declare that Bryce is out of his funk. You may have noticed a certain level of humanity hatred and cynicism in the past couple blogs, and for that I apologize. I still think Americans have no balls, but now I don't hate them for it. I get in these funks you see, but I am getting better and better and shaking them off. FRET NOT!
I attribute my new positivity mostly to going for a wonderful run around Green Lake in Seattle and listening to Temper Trap. If you ever get a chance, give it a go, plus two points if there is a light rain.
I just labeled a DVD I burned with a marker that smelled of chocolate, completely unnecessary, but a delightful surprise.
I've also been reading John Mayer quotes all day. This guy has balls. I like him. His music isn't AMAZING but enjoyable, more-so if I realize this ballsey mild douche is singing them. Badass.
MY WISH FOR THE DAY: I wish, that when trolling through cnn/youtube/facebook/etc. comments on news articles, I could click on them. When I clicked that person and I would teleport to a room with two comfy chairs, in this room I could berate them for their idiocy, thank them for their time, and then send them home. GOOGLE, get on this.
And now, for a totally cheerful, hope for the world inspired post.
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