technology is the most frustrating of all fucking frustrations. maybe just short of technology is "people in the mac lab photoshopping strawberries over their faces". there is no use for faces replaced by strawberries, or maybe there are small uses but faceberries are mostly unbeneficial and probably just unapatizing.



the battle of the vegetable continues: I have been eating brocchli salad (I have never eaten brocchli, never mind bothered to write about it, so I have no idea how to spell it) pretty nonstop. just a few days ago, at panera, I ordered a salad. a motherfucking salad in a resteraunt. bells and whistles should have gone off; confetti should have dropped from the ceiling; a full marching band should have blasted through the joint, with shriners zooming around on scooters and beauty queens throwing handfuls of candy to adoring crowds. that is how fucking EPIC this moment was. never before, for the first time in public: that sort of EPIC.

there are just days that I don't get to eat. and I'm okay with that. fortunately there is an airhead, just waiting for me.

airhead in my bag,
bitches in the lab,
this makes my mouth feel funny.