May 9, 2009

• Whiskey, French Toast and

  I met quite possibly one of the most interesting teenagers (I rage on about how everything is about an image to them, but some of them give me hope for the next generation) ever last night. And I suddenly want to pull her out of the clutches of leering 20-something year old males, which, oddly enough, includes some of my friends.
  Too many undeveloped disposable cameras clutter up my thinking space.
  In the grand blogosphere of the world wide web, I’ve been stumbling upon blogs lately that use the most random ways of advertising their product. There was one that was a blog-based rolling advertisement for sex toy sales parties, and it answered things like Yahoo questions by touting their service as the answer to a problem. That is sneaky advertising, but I kind of dig it, even though it annoys the piss out of me.
  This room feels too empty with bare walls. But, the bare walls mean that I am soon to be living in an apartment where I feel so at home that I do laundry in my underwear and cook breakfast at 2 in the morning during a thunderstorm. And someone to share them with, and then talk about spirituality and the nature of our beautiful union until we drift off to sleep. But we sleep on a matress on the floor, so that means I’m a… domestic hippie, of some sort. Somehow that makes it even better.

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