Sunday, 28 September 2008
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Non Sequitur
Mine is a cautionary tale. My apartment smells like a motel.
I think if everyone did the occasional freezeframe 360 stop-motion on their lives, they'd have the "How did I get here?" feeling.
I've always hated Sunday nights. I can vividly remember being in 4th grade and renumerating on how bad Sunday nights are.
Because Sunday nights you are that much closer to being where you don't want to be. Your normal life. Another weekend gone. And trust me, those are finite.
I saw a sign talking about some school volleyball team being the "Tigerettes." Not so fast my friend, the feminine of Tiger is Tigress. They already have that word. Our public school system is doing a huge disservice to our children. Flashforward 20 years when one of those students answered "Tigerette" on a game show and loses half a million dollars. Will it seem worth it then?
You'd be amazed how much Not Safe For Work you'd find on google image search with the stupidest phrases.
One time at school, even when they have safe search on, I typed in the name of this yeast that could be used to ferment ethanol. But, little did I know that the yeast also caused yeast infections. And the google image search sent my soul into disgust mode. It warped my mind forever. I was 23 then.
Too think, there was a time when I wanted to fast-forward to right now. I should have slow-motioned instead.
It sucks that Paul Newman died. I had him pegged to play an old version of me in the movie version of my life.
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