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Posted 2 years ago on March 12 2009


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I have to admit that I think Robert Pattinson is really hot.  I watched his movie.  It was awful, but I still watched a pirated version of it again on the Internet.  He’s just that good looking.  So, I’ll probably steal this issue of GQ if I see it lying around somewhere, like the magazine rack at Borders.  Total non-sequitur: the coffee shop (Seattle’s Best or something like that) in the Borders at the Westfield mall downtown is really starting to smell like the Tenderloin.  Seriously, I think someone OD’d and pissed themselves in there.  The rest of the store is fine, so I AM still able to find a place to read US Weekly. All I really do anymore is go to work or recover from the night before, so such a schedule really hinders my willingness and ability to write unimportant observations about things only I find important.  For example, can The Hills really exist without Lauren Conrad?  Like. ontologically?  It never really existed, but is it possible to less exist from non-existence?  Ever since I found out about her recent decision (which I had to read about in US Weekly!!  Usually I learn this shit days before US can publish it!!  What the fuck have I been doing with myself?!), I’ve been wondering about being and meaning and how everything that I thought I knew had come unravelled has gone and unravelled itself again!   Fuck you The Hills for confusing me and fuck you Lauren Conrad for confusing me more about this confusion.  MTV is subtracting zero from zero here and my guess is all they’re going to be left with is footage of Audrina’s fake tits and a few clippings of Spencer’s beard.  I guess that’s something though.  Dammit, now I’m confused again.  For real, I can only handle so much.   Today, a coworker told me to stop being so dramatic.  I need to be told this more often, so I’m going to tell myself this every hour until probably tomorrow at 1 p.m. when I find something else about which to be dramatic, justify the necessary drama, and forget my resolution entirely.  I’m so glad I have a plan for tomorrow (or today) because that means I can shirk on my other plans like running, creating some sort of budget, and feeding myself properly.  

I have to admit that I think Robert Pattinson is really hot.  I watched his movie.  It was awful, but I still watched a pirated version of it again on the Internet.  He’s just that good looking.  So, I’ll probably steal this issue of GQ if I see it lying around somewhere, like the magazine rack at Borders.  Total non-sequitur: the coffee shop (Seattle’s Best or something like that) in the Borders at the Westfield mall downtown is really starting to smell like the Tenderloin.  Seriously, I think someone OD’d and pissed themselves in there.  The rest of the store is fine, so I AM still able to find a place to read US Weekly.

All I really do anymore is go to work or recover from the night before, so such a schedule really hinders my willingness and ability to write unimportant observations about things only I find important.  For example, can The Hills really exist without Lauren Conrad?  Like. ontologically?  It never really existed, but is it possible to less exist from non-existence?  Ever since I found out about her recent decision (which I had to read about in US Weekly!!  Usually I learn this shit days before US can publish it!!  What the fuck have I been doing with myself?!), I’ve been wondering about being and meaning and how everything that I thought I knew had come unravelled has gone and unravelled itself again!   Fuck you The Hills for confusing me and fuck you Lauren Conrad for confusing me more about this confusion.  MTV is subtracting zero from zero here and my guess is all they’re going to be left with is footage of Audrina’s fake tits and a few clippings of Spencer’s beard.  I guess that’s something though.  Dammit, now I’m confused again.  For real, I can only handle so much.  

Today, a coworker told me to stop being so dramatic.  I need to be told this more often, so I’m going to tell myself this every hour until probably tomorrow at 1 p.m. when I find something else about which to be dramatic, justify the necessary drama, and forget my resolution entirely.  I’m so glad I have a plan for tomorrow (or today) because that means I can shirk on my other plans like running, creating some sort of budget, and feeding myself properly.  

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