welcome to the jungle

We went to SubWay, and there were these three scrawny unkempt mooks sitting there (rather, sprawled out in the aisle) trying with similar degrees of failure to look like Jack White. So I shoved by them and said "MOVE, EMO KID" and they were like "!" in their shock of having their TENDER FACADES SHATTERED. They're probably still huddled over their backpacks in a sniffly circlejerk.


This is a very good sandwich.

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Hmm. My shoulder joint keeps popping. Feels good, though.

I had this great dream last night that involved building a spa near a semi-dormant volcano where arthritic folks could go to be buried in hot sand, like they have in Japan.

Today feels like a Tuesday. I have never liked Tuesdays. I was born on a Friday.