May 31st, 2008


Example Of Why I Am A Dork #78098

Here's how I cheered myself up after getting pickpocketed.

I went and bought a cooked chicken. I then cut it up into tiny pieces and hand fed it to my cat, Squirt.

It was like feeding a baby bird.

And, damn, did it make me feel better.


Does anyone else start making weird connections in their head when they are in a bad mood?

Like, today I've been thinking all day long that the reason I got pick pocketed was because God or the universe or karma or whatever was mad at me for taking Friday off and wanted to punish me.

At some level this makes me feel guilty and like I deserved to get pick pocketed.

I know that makes no rational sense.

But, dammit, it's how I feel.