Graffiti is a really subjective thing. I see "I <3 Ryan" on the brick next to my right elbow and contempt seeps through me. Then I see '93 and think 'wow, that was a long time ago, when was I born? Scary, Ryan's probably middle aged by now..." and suddenly the graffiti belongs on that brick. Don't dare try to say it doesn't! Its survived eighteen long years!
I just had a moment of "if a lion was to walk in just now... all casual, no rawring... what would happen?" Followed by a guilty "I should have brought my law stuff" oh, well. That's what lions that could possible gore everyone in a considerably sized room make me think of. Apparently.
It's hungry Wednesday today. My stomach growls in anticipation!
On the subject of food:
The scary moment when what you thought was smooth peanut butter turns out to be crunchy. Seriously. Finding a large lump in middle of your sandwhich is not fun, until you catch on to what has happened, then it's just embarrassing.
AND! I'd forgotten all about this:
Juicy Juice? Still not juicy enough? You should have paid your extra cents for the extra juicy juice! As opposed to the normal amount of juice in juice..?
The strange thing about hungry Wednesday is that I actually eat more food than on any other day (for lunch). But I'm so much hungrier even after eating. I think it may have something to do with sitting in the same seat for four hours straight. Boredom may have ravenous side effects on my stomach.
Maybe in the same way as sitting at a computer with absolutely nothing to do has the inadveratant side effect of extremely long posts. No? Surely not!
And yet I keep on writing.
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