"Lucky" shirt.
Alright, so I have this shirt.
This shirt allows me to manipulate the sudden, random, and extremely consequential physical shifts in the universe in my favor. In some complicated, unscientific manner, I can, by channeling the power of this shirt, reap the benefits of the cosmos. It's awesome.
Some might call this a "Lucky Shirt." But no, I don't believe in luck. I believe in sudden, random, and extremely consequential shifts in the physical universe.
I've decided that the source of all this "luck," this portal to my manipulation, can be traced to the Hallows and Horcruxes Ball 2009. I'm sure you've all read that blog post, about how awesome my night was and all. I was wearing this shirt. And I think all that Awesome allows me to harness the powers of the Cosmos.
Anyway.
I've been looking through my old journal. Actually it's not that old, just a year, and it's just now filled up. My earliest entries express the same thoughts I have today:
"What's sexy about saliva?"
"wordswordswords... and that's why I hate gym class."
"Question: How did Jell-O get popular and why did they move into pudding territory?"
"My bladder is full, but I refuse to pee."
"Is it bad that I remember which way is east because of the term 'East Coast?'"
Just a sample.
I feel awkward posting my writings up on the internet. I have no problem sharing the innards of my deepest, angsty, personal moments with the internet, but there's something so much different about my writing. I think it's obvious of what I'm more embarrassed. I think it's because I know that my feelings aren't unique, but I'd like to think the words that I put on a page are unique, and posting them puts them up to scrutiny, but that's my soul, that's where I live; in the pages of my notebook(s), in the post-its on my wall.
Anyway, enough of my inner-workings. Maybe gonna film a video I've been wanting to do. I have a few other rambles that I should write out, but I won't.
This shirt allows me to manipulate the sudden, random, and extremely consequential physical shifts in the universe in my favor. In some complicated, unscientific manner, I can, by channeling the power of this shirt, reap the benefits of the cosmos. It's awesome.
Some might call this a "Lucky Shirt." But no, I don't believe in luck. I believe in sudden, random, and extremely consequential shifts in the physical universe.
I've decided that the source of all this "luck," this portal to my manipulation, can be traced to the Hallows and Horcruxes Ball 2009. I'm sure you've all read that blog post, about how awesome my night was and all. I was wearing this shirt. And I think all that Awesome allows me to harness the powers of the Cosmos.
Anyway.
I've been looking through my old journal. Actually it's not that old, just a year, and it's just now filled up. My earliest entries express the same thoughts I have today:
"What's sexy about saliva?"
"wordswordswords... and that's why I hate gym class."
"Question: How did Jell-O get popular and why did they move into pudding territory?"
"My bladder is full, but I refuse to pee."
"Is it bad that I remember which way is east because of the term 'East Coast?'"
Just a sample.
I feel awkward posting my writings up on the internet. I have no problem sharing the innards of my deepest, angsty, personal moments with the internet, but there's something so much different about my writing. I think it's obvious of what I'm more embarrassed. I think it's because I know that my feelings aren't unique, but I'd like to think the words that I put on a page are unique, and posting them puts them up to scrutiny, but that's my soul, that's where I live; in the pages of my notebook(s), in the post-its on my wall.
Anyway, enough of my inner-workings. Maybe gonna film a video I've been wanting to do. I have a few other rambles that I should write out, but I won't.
