observations.

rbc does not give up on the phone calls for lsa. why don't alcoholic beverages have to have nutritional info but everything else does? the longer you've surfed the 'net the less sites you visit. that priesty dude has major BO and a beer belly. mumbling is another language and if you do not speak it, then that yourhksjndknisdkf. i like dudes. oatmeal is like cement the day after. perfection is the same as imperfection. why don't people know where they're going when they walk in front of me? why am i such an asshole? i'm not an asshole! cheese: friend and foe. i've had enough alone time and want to get the fuck out. if i told you i had a slice of cheese for dinner it would be true. the other week i slammed into some guy on queen street 'cause he was all "i'm a man! struttin' like a man! drunk and angry and muttering... like a man!" and i was "it's 2am and you're on my side of the sidewalk and i'm probably 5 inches taller than you and could bench press your mom" and so we connected, bam, he was stupefied: i expected it. some people never grow up, and no the have babies growing up, but the ability to not throw a tantrum every time things don't go their way. i want to go paint the town red but am in my room, where are my friends? oh yeah, they're non existent, hehe. so many smart thoughts in there but no way to excavate them successfully without severe loss of information. i like cheese. i should go wash this oatmeal bowl...