Tuesday, December 5, 2006

Balkanization Of Amerikanization

There's a chip in my $5 zebra shell earring and I just keep picking at it and picking at it and making it bigger and bigger and...

I don't want to go home; I feel like if I go home I'm going to have to be productive.
The problem with this is that I always plan to be productive but imminently let myself down by sitting in front of the computer/television for a few hours and then driving around for awhile doing nothing in particular.
I don't like disappointing myself in such a way.
Or, it's the exact opposite and I stay up really late studying/finishing an assignment and then plan to nap when I get home but end up getting myself involved in a project or going out with people.

Read This!
If they passed such a ban in Oregon, I would no longer have to serve that disgusting partially hydrogenated soy bean oil from a plastic jug.
Otherwise known as popcorn butter.
Whenever a customer asks if it's real butter I can't help but snort and shake my head fervently and discourage them from soaking their kernels in it.
It's always the same answer, "Oh, then I better not."
Yes. "Better not," indeed.

I've already had coffee but there's a book in my hand and a coffee shop one block away that is calling my name.
Far be it for me to deprive it of my presence.
























Eeeeeew.

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