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Dec. 19th, 2011 08:46 amI'm happy to be in the office today! I'm happy to have go to the gym, and happy that tonight I'll be "forcing myself" to go to psychotronic to watch
THE PUNK ROCK MOVIE
The office is all but abandoned, so my devious plan to be off during fireworks and on when everyone wants to be with their family is successful. If anyone asks, my entire family is dead. Sure it's awkward, but not talking in many cases makes me happier.
If you want to come in public, go to NorthSide Social and eat their chocolate caramel salted tart. Bite gently, keep it in your mouth until it starts to melt, and just swirl that chocolate salty goo around in your mouth as your eyes roll back in your head IF you're anything like me. Just a little bit. My gawd...guuuush...
My coffee-free diet ended today, can you tell? Freshly ground 24oz in me.
Speaking of a good mood, despite this fucking xtian holiday and everything newsworthy vs. on the news,
but wait...which is more important, "Britney's" 3rd engagement or the death of Kim Jong?
I've come up with another idea I will not actually do. Today's retail business fantasy, the lawyer turns cake baker but my cakes have flavor unlike the other guy, is
YES, REALLY.
Yes, really, would be the name of my store. It's a store, or cafe, of kitsch - nothing new in hampden, but this store is of an appreciation - no irony, but love. Purple glitter skull? Admit you like it. Put it in your room without smirking. Curious George? Admit you liked it and it still warms your cold shell of a heart. Take a picture sure, but without the irony transmission code. Just be a nerd and not a sarcastic nerd caricature.
It would probably fail miserably, or be interpreted as just meta. I wouldn't be ashamed though.
Speaking of fucker talk, it's time to think about investments. The more I see the more I think flour, bullets, and antibiotics are the way to go. Imagine how comfortable a flour mattress would be?
THE PUNK ROCK MOVIE
The office is all but abandoned, so my devious plan to be off during fireworks and on when everyone wants to be with their family is successful. If anyone asks, my entire family is dead. Sure it's awkward, but not talking in many cases makes me happier.
If you want to come in public, go to NorthSide Social and eat their chocolate caramel salted tart. Bite gently, keep it in your mouth until it starts to melt, and just swirl that chocolate salty goo around in your mouth as your eyes roll back in your head IF you're anything like me. Just a little bit. My gawd...guuuush...
My coffee-free diet ended today, can you tell? Freshly ground 24oz in me.
Speaking of a good mood, despite this fucking xtian holiday and everything newsworthy vs. on the news,
but wait...which is more important, "Britney's" 3rd engagement or the death of Kim Jong?
I've come up with another idea I will not actually do. Today's retail business fantasy, the lawyer turns cake baker but my cakes have flavor unlike the other guy, is
YES, REALLY.
Yes, really, would be the name of my store. It's a store, or cafe, of kitsch - nothing new in hampden, but this store is of an appreciation - no irony, but love. Purple glitter skull? Admit you like it. Put it in your room without smirking. Curious George? Admit you liked it and it still warms your cold shell of a heart. Take a picture sure, but without the irony transmission code. Just be a nerd and not a sarcastic nerd caricature.
It would probably fail miserably, or be interpreted as just meta. I wouldn't be ashamed though.
Speaking of fucker talk, it's time to think about investments. The more I see the more I think flour, bullets, and antibiotics are the way to go. Imagine how comfortable a flour mattress would be?
