“fucking get on the train, people. Even if you’ve never been on the subway before in your entire fucking life - those protrusions there? They’re obviously there for you to sit on. I don’t understand these people who step so tentatively on, as if they’re stepping into a Cambodian minefield or the ones who pause at the door and look both ways. WTF!!!????? What the FUCK do you expect to see???? Charging elephants????? Get on the fucking train!!!”—A forgotten rant. On trains. (NYC)
me:if I ever try to pursue anything ever again, if I make it through this semester without being locked up in a white box, remind me never to try for anything again. Just shut it down, I'm not going to be a ninja or a pirate or a kung fu superstar or James Franco's wife or girlfriend or a designer or a writer or an artist or a filmmaker, I will never create anything beautiful or good, I am only suited for Cheetos and fried chicken and the inevitable prospect of being cut off my couch. That is what I am happy with. That is what I can do.
Jason:I will file all of this away for future use, then.
me:You're filing this in the file marked "crazy," aren't you?