Case of the Monday's

Well, today is Monday (or what's left of it).

Here are some thoughts I'm tossing around for your enjoyment. First off, let's designate Monday 'Metrosexual Monday', meaning you dress metro every Monday. I know I'm encouraging my fellow interns to follow suit, and I'm confidence that trend can really take off. Screw Hawaiian shirt Friday. I'm cramming into the tightest jeans I own, and donning the pinkest shirt in my closet. I set the precedent today by wearing a pink Dress shirt at work. Damn, did I look good (see: Silence of the Lambs when the creepy guy's looking in the mirror good).

On a second note, if you're an idiot, you're not gonna like this post one bit. If you are reading or have read 'The Secret', go shoot yourself. You're a fucking moron. Self-actualization is bullshit. See this article if you don't know what the hell I'm talking about. Apparently, neither, Oprah, Ellen Degeneres, nor Larry King have managed to muster the brain power of a dyslexic scum sucking raccoon, choosing instead to feature the book on their shows (for two days in Oprah's case). I've got news for you, Rhonda Byrne (the book's author). There's a little thing called science that says you're more full of it than a Thanksgiving turkey. At least I can eat the flippin' turkey, too.

Currently Listening To:
Velvet Revolver - Fall to Pieces