no one cares what you had for lunch

A list of ideas for a personal blog via Defective Yeti.

Yeah? Well, fuck you. I had vegetable fajitas from Uncle Julio’s. And they fucking rocked.

I love being alone, probably to my discredit. I really, really, really got off on sitting at the bar and reading the Dallas Observer. So peaceful. No one to have to make small-talk with. No one asking you your opinion on the food they should order. No obnoxious child in the next table screaming their head off. Pure me-time.

And I think I’ll go ahead and buy the book.