the phone rang. I thought, 'that's either her calling to tell me her camera's broken, or her brother has passed away.' I let it go to voicemail because I had too many tasks to finish.

just when you've pulled all your hair out from organized religion, there's always that higher-than-thou idiot who comes along and asks if you're hot in that scarf. so I eat my toast with headphones on among humans: most people are ignorant as shit, organized or not.