May 4, 2009

  • Good Morning, Honolulu

    Today, the universal subconscious has pretty much told itself "Why don't we try mislogic? It's loads of fun, and supplies the maximum daily amount of maple syrup.".
    What good is a glass cutter that will barely score a line in plastic? That wasn't rhetorical.
    Last night was odd for me. I was a girl in Bachelorland, which is not as sexy as it should have been. It was more realizing that a women, no matter how low-maintenance she claims to be, will never top the average man in the not-being-prepared-for-everyday-life game. Seriously. Nice new apartment (them): two cold pizzas and a wide-screen television with nothing hooked up to it. Old, crappy dorm-like apartment (me): Has pretty much everything to survive, including kitchenware, first-aid supplies, towels, things for comfort, toiletries. In fact, the boyfriend had to borrow a few things from me just to make it through the night last night. I used to think I understood men. Now I understand that I'll never understand