I also wanted to write a blog about how Dane Cook sucks, but my time is better spent doing... anything but pondering Dane Cook.
Last night I bore witness to nothing but happy couples. Doing couple-y things. Historically this would send me into a spiral of self-pity and bitter loathing, but this morning I strangely find myself unbothered. I credit Mel Gibson and blame 9/11.
Also last night I found out that old friends of mine:
a. Got married without inviting me
b. Moved away without telling me
c. Moved back to Lafayette without contacting me
Three seperate people, mind you.
Not that I desire to be the center of anyone's universe, but FUCK it's a lot of personal disregard to absorb in one night.
Again, I am atypically unbothered. All the zen and meditating and medicating must be paying off. Suck it Tom Cruise!
I noticed in the local Lafayette party line pinko rag that someone was shot and killed at the mall. Strangely I don't care.
Happy birthday Stuart Murdoch!
Currently Listening To:
The Queen Is Dead (1990)