Little Did She Know:

The cashier put a smiley face sticker on my 12 pack of PBR. I think it was supposed to be a 'paid for' sticker.

But I took it as a deep psychiatric analysis of me as a person. Very astute on her part.

It Took Me Until the Age of 22 to Realize that the Delete Button Deletes the Letter in Front of the Cursor.

I was in college and had no idea until I saw my physics professor use it. It is that kind of subtle observational skills that make me so good at what I do.

I just thought it was one of those useless keys on the keyboard. But now, I can delete in any direction I want! Bwahahaha!

I am so smart.

Everyone Bitches About Advertisements

But do they consider that the alternative is paying for this shit? What is more depressing, watching shitty tv with about 35% of the time taken up by commercials, or paying (more) to watch shitty tv. I say the latter. Hell, if you are something less than an idiot, it shouldn't cause you to spend any more money. And if you were paying then you would be spending the time anyway, it would just be at your shitty job that you hate.

Sucks for you. I got around the whole thing by using the internet. And not having a real job.

Life is sweet.

Alcohol Thins the Blood, You Know:

Not an appropriate way to handle open wounds, contrary to the usually competent guidance of Hollywood. And Reality Grip.