Ever had a week where your nose, wallet, and patience all tapped out at once? That’s where we start—sinus pressure, neon boogers, and a confession that sometimes the only thing standing between you and a breakdown is a dumb joke that lands just right. From there, we spiral into money stress, tax avoidance fantasies, and the rude awakening of tracking protein like it’s a second job. Four hard-boiled eggs, a shake, a slab of beef, and still barely hitting the number—because apparently survival ...
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Ever had a week where your nose, wallet, and patience all tapped out at once? That’s where we start—sinus pressure, neon boogers, and a confession that sometimes the only thing standing between you and a breakdown is a dumb joke that lands just right. From there, we spiral into money stress, tax avoidance fantasies, and the rude awakening of tracking protein like it’s a second job. Four hard-boiled eggs, a shake, a slab of beef, and still barely hitting the number—because apparently survival ...
98 Sidewalks in Portland | Discombobulated with Bobby Jaycox
Discombobulated with Bobby Jaycox
31 minutes
3 months ago
98 Sidewalks in Portland | Discombobulated with Bobby Jaycox
What happens when you combine perfect hoodie weather, exceptionally potent cannabis, and sidewalks that require the vigilance of a bomb squad technician? Welcome to Portland, Oregon – a city that demands you look up at its breathtaking beauty while carefully watching every step. The contradictions of Portland create the perfect backdrop for reflection. One moment I'm admiring the stunning architecture and fall colors painting the sky in magnificent hues, the next I'm dodging "dog" waste with...
Discombobulated with Bobby Jaycox
Ever had a week where your nose, wallet, and patience all tapped out at once? That’s where we start—sinus pressure, neon boogers, and a confession that sometimes the only thing standing between you and a breakdown is a dumb joke that lands just right. From there, we spiral into money stress, tax avoidance fantasies, and the rude awakening of tracking protein like it’s a second job. Four hard-boiled eggs, a shake, a slab of beef, and still barely hitting the number—because apparently survival ...
