sorry. i owe like a gagillion long blogs. and what the hell ever happened to “conversations i actually had?” i’m an ass.

one note for today.

with strides in technology, it’s almost impossible to identify crazy people on the street anymore. are they talking to themselves, or are they on their bluetooth micro-headset ranting to coworkers? crazy people should be tattooed so they are easily identifiable. oh wait, we already are.