August 2012
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Today I saw a beautiful love story playing out right on the streets of Boston. An old man was pushing his wife in a wheelchair, up and down the sidewalk. Being an armless, legless ball, topped with a mannequin head, she would have been completely stationary without his help.
My life has its ups and its downs. One minute I’m feeling like I’m all that, and the next I’m shoveling spaghetti into my mouth with my bare hands. And if there’s on thing I’ve learned in life, it’s that you can’t feel good about yourself and inappropriately handle pasta at the same time.
Every person without a significant other talks about wanting to wake up to the face of the person they love. I have solved this by sleeping with a mirror next to my head. Unfortunately, instead of saying “good morning, beautiful,” my reflection tends to say, “congratulations on not dying in your sleep, asshole.”
I’m sitting in a meeting about eating organic food. The lady running it is dressed all in purple. She looks like a grape. The lady next to me looks like a lemon. Did they look like this when I walked in, or did they start changing into food as the meeting went on? I’m dressed in all grey. Maybe I will turn into a canned hamburger.
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April 2012
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