When I posted saying that Communism is bad, I got more views from China than from America. Fancy that.The other day, I sat down next to a man on the subway who I could tell had just had a cigarette. I smell a lot of cigarette smoke here in New York City, but this was different, and familiar. I asked him what he smoked. Marlboro Ultra Lights, he said. Didn't ring any bells.
"You've got front-row seats to the penitence ball, When I grow up I want to be nothing at all.."
Sometimes, I buy a bag of chips to eat over the course of several days. Then I eat the entire thing in ten minutes. Bag size is hella misleading.
I say "hella" more to annoy people than anything.
I texted my dad the other day, asking him what cigarettes he used to smoke. Marlboro Ultra Lights.
"If I could trade mistakes for sheep, Count me away before you sleep.."
I've recently been introduced to the concept of "eating my feelings." Today my feelings were chocolate chip Pop-Tarts and a bowl of cereal.
Someone made a comment about my "Presbyterian" remark last post. I've said it before, I'll [probably not] say it again: The best way to make sure no one ever finds out about something is to blog about it.





