What goes down, must go up…and vice versa.Bitter weather makes me curmudgeonly, and with every increasingly frigid day comes a new “I hate” list. Today’s additions:
• Cabbies that honk crazily at me even though I obviously see them and are too far to EVER hit me, no matter how fast or slow I might randomly and retardedly dart into traffic.
• Spending 25% of my day looking for shit in my bag.
• Remembering random things to feel guilty for, like elementary school behaviors that make me think deep down I am a fucking weasel.
• Not giving a shit about winter fat any more.
• Thinking of things to hate when I force myself to.
So, on a more positive note, here is something new to add to the, “I love” list. Today’s addition: knock-off porn:
In NYC tonight, it's one of the first summer-like nights of the season and the people are out macking on the pier, and all along the esplanade. Grossly enough most of the couples out there were of fat and ugly dudes with attractive women. I don't get it. Is love becoming that blind or has desperation burst through yet another glass ceiling?
I say viva your superficiality and paying attention to your senses, there are there to protect you.
