There are an alarming number of people driving without a working headlight. Including me. Sign of the apocolypse? I think so…
This post has nothing to do with the title… but that was an observation that needed to be made, and I utilized some space-saving measures by throwing it in the title. While driving to my volunteer thing tonight I was alarmed by how many people were as irresponsible and not on tope of their game as me. I’m wondering if this is affiliated with all those birds dying everywhere. Maybe. Irrelevant, yes. Do I care? no.
I have lots to write about because D makes bad life choices and she said I practiced “ancient” dating techniques, but I’m too lazy. And I was having an awesome day until I got some news that pissed me off to new levels of fire coming out of my eyeballs so I’m gonna vent real fast about those people that I have to share the earth with that have penises and issues: Why is it that a man with self-confidence problems is probably far worse than any chick with daddy-issues? And then WHY do they think that if they pretend like they’re just deep, melancholy people and cool with their miserable existence than nobody will notice how absolutely terrified they are of reality and just manning the hell up? Newsflash Jor- er, guys: WE KNOW.)
Anyway, I clearly was a little grumpy… Until I came home to a box of cheesecake waiting for me at my apartment. That travelled all the way across the damned country to get here. Because some people don’t suck.
There is no moral to this story, and if there was, it would be that cheesecake has reinforced
my hope in humanity.
Also, met a guy last night who I gave my email (update: he got my cell number too, but actually asked for my email so he could send me some stuff he’s working on since he’s a writer and either wants to show off or make me uncomfortable) to, making him either the most creative or sneaky mother fucker I’ve ever met on a Monday night in Costa Mesa. But he was *really* cute, and fucking brilliant so we’ll give him the benefit of the doubt.
*This post kind of ruined my whole promise that I’d write awesome stuff all year. Hm. I should not make such serious promises in writing. Now THERE’S a resolution for ya (hint. hint.)*
**I just edited this.. sort of… because evidently last night I forgot how to spell in my cheesecake-eating frenzy. Still, I bet I missed a few**