I bought bread, so I am adding Peanut butter and Jelly sandwiches into my meal rotation of Ramen -> Oatmeal -> Ramen -> Trail Mix -> Ramen -> Squirrel. I am now truly eating like a King.
It turns out I am NOT the only soul in existence that does not care for coffee. go figure. Also, my track record of terrible venue choice continues unobstructed.
Had a job interview, but the hours don't work out. Why did they ask me in to interview for a job that has 50+ hours a week, when I clearly indicated I could only work part-time? Why? The gods toy with me.
Some people are of the opinion that popular = lame, and obscure = amazing. You know these people. It is very likely that some of you, dear readers, ARE these people. This is what I mean. Someone says to you "Man, I love Styx" and you say "I only listen to independent artists, anything mainstream is shit". Someone says "I like Old Chicago" and you say "There is this place in Denver that only seats 5 people at a time, I waited outside for three hours and drop kicked a pregnant mother of two to get in. AMAZING appetizers."
Maybe I like Bleach cause it has like, big swords and explosions and demons and cat-people and a little kick-ass pervy stuffed lion thingy, NOT cause everyone else likes it. Maybe I eat at Chipotle because the chicken burritos are the edible form of joy. Ever consider this? Why do people feel the need to tell me that THEIR thing is better than MY thing?
Why am I required to justify my love of sloths? They are the best animal ever people. Cmon.
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