Rituals.

You know what I love about you? And is one thing (among many) that I’m looking forward to about living together. I bet, that if I asked you to go to the laundry mat with me, at one o’clock on a Saturday night, whether you had any dirty clothes or not, I bet you’d say yes. I bet that on a wet January weekend, you’d come and hang out with me, in a room of noisy machines and tumbling clothes, with a wet tiled floor and vending machines that are empty of any appealing choices with no other answer than “sure, why not."

Ever notice that we eat soft pretzels with cheese, mustard, or ketchup but breadsticks with butter or marinara sauce? And while you might doubt it, the titles do actually have some sort of logical connectivity to the subject. Of course, it's a logical that only I'm aware of and probably one that only I could understand anyway.

I really don't care about the voting or finals or even who wins. (though as I've admitted before, Kelly Clarkson really does deserve to be famous. She has some excellent songs) But the auditions are HILARIOUS! It's like the best and worst of America all rolled into one. The people who should be given the chance for success and the people who should never, ever be allowed on camera. Or out of their houses. It's great. And Simon's kinda hot. (what can I say? Sarcasm attracts sarcasm) Then there was the cowboy-guy with the really nice ass. Nice. But the show and supporting phenomenon is annoying.

Do you know what one of the main problems is with modern day society? We're taught not to discriminate based on race. And while that might seem like a good thing, and you might be rather outraged right now, the entire concept is fundamentally flawed. The problem is that teaching people this concept instills them with the idea that there is such a thing as "race." There isn't. "Race" is a socially construct based on a person physical appearance or geographic location. Genetically, there is no basic difference between one person and the next. Obviously, because we're all different, there are genetic deviations. But there is nothing to establish "race." There might be differences based on a person's ancestral geographic home, where an entire group of people gathered in a specific type of environment and procreated based out of a small genetic pool. And there might be physical differences because of those environments and the extensive amount o

Olive Garden: What kind of parents take their kids to Olive Garden? There's nothing for the kids to eat. Except maybe breadsticks or spagetti (and honestly, only really dumb parents let their kids have spagetti at a restaurant). There's nothing for them to do. Except make a mess with their spagetti. Or cry. Or scream. Or complain about how they're bored and don't like the food. Wendy's: Telling someone they look like a million chicken nuggets? Yeah, that's not equal to a million bucks. It's actually only 200,000 dollars. Since there's five chicken nuggets in a pack. It's cute, but fundamentally flawed. And fundamentals are important to me. Now I'm going to go make fried rice. Want some?

When I become famous, I'm going to name drop Old Navy so much.

The drip of shit The flow of excrement because we cannot keep our mouths shut Spittle and froth Because we do not take our words to heart The stench of this waste A repository of suppositories Where we lay all our curses to rest Trading them about like so much clutter One for two Five for six Another for a second Yours and mine All about in this havoc The disintegration of value The loss of equivocal exchange A marker A buoy in the midst of this tidal wave of angst The sludge flows Moves within us Moves with us Because of us Is us The heartbeat is gone We are left in the wake Left with the refuse of all that has been before The st-st-stutter of excellence The loss of innocence The absence of guilt The dissolution of blame Nothing to be given No quarter to gain Frozen byproducts The cattle we claim Death comes quietly In this soundless rush This muted uproar A knife to cut A vein to bleed The pain to spark With bones to burn The effort required to carry on is too great under the strain