It frightens me,

in the middle of my graphic design education, how difficult it can be to produce a truly original thought.

Overheard in the checkout line at my super gay supermarket:

Cashier: Hey, how're you? Are you having a nice weekend?
Man: Well, I had a rectal exam yesterday.
Cashier: Oh, um, I'm sorry to, er, hear that.
Man: Nah, it was pretty good actually. I haven't had sex in, like, a week.

It's amazing

how many thoughts initially run through your head when you pick up a baking dish that just came out of a 350 degree oven. It's amazing how none of those initial thoughts are "Put it down, you fucking idiot."

In related news, it really hurt to type this.

I can think of little else

I find more curious than the Asian people on the MUNI underground trains who are so obviously sleeping when I get on the train, yet spring up and out of their seats at precisely the moment we get to their stop.

Unless, of course, they're not getting off at their stop after all and only spring up when they realize they've been asleep on the train for the last four hours.