I realize I’m going to sound like a dick, but these whole outdoor smoking bans make me rage. You can’t own the outdoors. If we could, I would personally lobby to ban tourists from taking pictures of random buildings, slow walkers and tube tops in public.
I have no problem not lighting up in restaurants and bars, but this is a bit extreme.
Me: Yeah, I really don’t think this whole rapture thing is happening. But I also really hope it doesn’t, because I didn’t have time to get a wax this week.
Me: And I’d really like to be groomed everywhere if I’m going to meet Jesus. And Marilyn Monroe. Because she will totally be the first person I’ll want to find and say, “Marilyn, I’m Justin. What happened that night?”
There are times when I suspect that I am the most random person alive.
For example, this evening I’m currently wondering, “If Jackie O were still with us, would she be on twitter? I think she would be, she would probably use it recommend books and such. Would she listen to Lady GaGa? Well, she did go to see ‘Deep Throat,’ so I don’t think having GaGa on her iPod would be out of the question…” And so on, and so on.