What I have is not so much of a conscience, as it is a ridiculously comprehensive memory that refuses to stop swarming. So what some may mistake as random acts of gratuity, are really instances of my mind unable to avoid thinking of that task.
hanging in gelato, scarfing down a not-from-TJ, TJ-hotdog, and experiencing a spastic amount of writers block. Sooo sorry if Maybach's and Birkin's don't excite my soul.
Sherwin and Chen won't stop talking about China. As interesting as one-child laws and Maoism are, I need to focus.
New project: post a day. today is day 1
edit: will try to do this 100 days in a row, for my life is infinitely interesting. please note heavy sarcasm and self deprecation.
