You know, I used to think those nextel walkie talkie phones were cool. But now, whenever I see or hear someone using one, usually some asshole walking down the street thinking he is so effing cool, I just want to kick him and say “Who the hell cares about you? You’re annoying, your phone is annoying, and you’re not that important. Get over it.”
Also, if one more person says to me “Don’t eat that! Look how many carbs it has! You gotta watch your carb intake!” I am going to lose it. You know what? Fuck off. Go eat your bacon wrapped butter sticks and leave me alone, okay?
So you know, Conan is taping his show this week in Toronto. And I sent away for tickets and but I didn’t get any. Which is okay, because I watched last night’s show and I gotta say it was pretty annoying. I mean, Conan was funny, but the people in the audience were pretty obnoxious. They wouldn’t shut up and they were all wearing Leafs jerseys and shouting idiotic things the entire time, looking like a bunch of morons. You’d think those stupid kids had never seen an American celebrity before. And it’s Conan, for chrissakes, not Superman or something.
I wish I could break myself of the habit of doing something rash or self-destructive when I feel hurt or betrayed, especially by someone close. Eh, what can you do.
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- Michael Pollan.