I’m a bit of a nerd – not a cool nerd or a smart nerd.
But I watched a short piece about the kilogram before and just found it really interesting.
Basically we still have a kilogram but they don’t all match and the mass changes over time. So scientists have made a super smooth sphere of silicon and basically they know the volume and so you can calculate the number of silicon atoms so now a kilogram doesn’t have to be a thing it can be a pure concept.
It was good.
I need a lot of time alone to essentially cry and work stuff through. Plus I’m a professional drift racer.
One of those may be made up.
Thinking about it it looks like my type of lady is a brunette. Or a redhead but brunette mainly.
Sorry ladies. Although it’s not hair colour that obviously gets me but after seeing a pic of someone as a blonde and then a brunette I thought hmmm she looks cuter as a brunette
I would always describe myself in the negative positive and positive negative.
I’ve complicated that for no reason – but I’d say I’m not smart – I am dumb. etc.
That’s what I’d say but only for me for everyone else it would always be the other way round.
I love that today I mention a band to my third level boss (a guy who is basically top of the tree where I work) and he can say I know that band, you told me about them when we were drunk and he can do it with a smile.
Today he told me I didn’t have pretty eyes – which is probably the best answer in that situation.
I really believe that if I died no one would miss me or care.
One of the things I fear most is my memories.
(By the way it’s not like I have memories that are full of violence or really hurtful events or anything like that)
I quite like the film you’ve got mail
Sometimes I’ll pretend I’m tapping out morse code on things like a secret agent. Or maybe even giving secret signs like scratching my face three times to my other secret agent buddies.