All over

Has anyone ever had bad bread before?

Not moldy, just…something inherently wrong with the bread? I made myself a pb&j on the Wonder low carb bread and it was foul.

And now I’m starving.

Because I went to something promising at lunch. And it remains promising. And it will remain promising until I hear an answer one or t’other, depending on when that is. So just trust me, cross your fingers and trust me.

I have gay sandals on.

They are like a mixture of little girl sandals and old lady sandals. And they hurt so much. I had to walk like 4 blocks and they’re killing me.

I watched Kinsey last night. And I loved it. Liam Neeson was awesome, Laura Linney is always awesome and even though he lived in such a different time (people not knowing what oral sex is?) his theories still prove true, which is everyone is different.

I have a friend, who is incredibly smart, she reads this blog, so hello to you if you’re reading this. She asks me a lot if she’s normal, or if her thoughts are normal, or do I think this way too? Then when I say I do too, she seems so relieved. WATCH THIS MOVIE.

There is no normal, there is no regular, there is no mainstream, there is no something EVERYONE does besides poops and dies. Everything else in between is fair game. There is no right answer, or wrong one, there just is. I’m so yoda-ish.

Alright, that’s enough, I can’t concentrate, I’m all over the place. I gotta go.