some observations from my recent (4 mintues ago) trip to get some diet pepsi:

i followed 2 16-17-year-old boys outta the apratment building. as i trudged along the sidewalk i over heard one say to the other, “dude, it looks like someone jizzed all over that car.” curious, i looked to the car he was pointing to. it’s clyde! and it does, in fact, look like a giant came all over the hood of my car. it’s salt, really it is. some magical set of meteorlogical circumstances and road conditions must have occured– allowing the salt pellets to hit my car making a big white blob followed by a squiggly tail as the salt journey up the hood of my car towards the windshield. i think i might need a car wash.
the combination of sleeping on and not brushing my hair has somehow managed to come up with a not-entirely-unaesthetically pleasing configuration of hairs on my head. but the most interesting aspect of this arrangement is that it feels as though i have no hair at all. it’s all sorta floating and not touching my skull. it feels pretty neat.

also, on my trip i discovered as i slid into my birkenstock sandals that my socks do not match. these are the same socks i wore all night last night at that silly party.