Random Thoughts
When a person smiles to themselves on the subway, like they have a special secret, they do. They are insane.
You know how sometimes you want to see a Netflix movie so bad that when it arrives you run to put it in, not even stopping to pee, so that you are squirming uncomfortably for the first 15 minutes, till you can’t take it anymore? No? Just me then, OK.
If you are Jewish, or perhaps a lapsed Christian, when a person wants to share good news with you, it’s never the news you were hoping for.
Buying chocolate as a gift for someone you won’t be seeing for several weeks is seldom a good idea.
Some people blog for art. They don’t care if you like it or if you don’t. They have expressed themselves. I am not like them. Laugh, damn it, laugh!
Last week, my Amazon Gold Box offered me a New Order album and a book about the Smiths. Today I was offered golf clubs and Prilosec. For a moment, I was afraid I had awoken in the distant future. I checked to make sure my address was not Miami. Phew.
If you were on a double-decker tour bus in New York recently, and you passed a line of enthuiastic people waiting to get into a hot club, it wasn’t a hot club. It was Trader Joe’s. You know, the grocery chain, Trader Joe’s. Maybe the bouncer at the door confused you. Luckily this one hasn’t killed anyone. Yet
