The world is full of people who have no intention of loving you. I think that'd be a good title for a book, or album, or maybe a new line of greeting cards.
Today I did so many things.
I cut the grass, I rode my bike, I ate Burger King breakfast, I got a blueberry smoothie, I wrote a few pages of my most soon to be rejected writing, I washed some dishes, I did a little bit of yoga, I ate a club sandwich on a croissant (so maybe not technically a club sandwich), I made corn bread muffins, I watched a little bit of television (of which I remember nothing), I realized that chick from the terminator TV show is twenty-seven years old, I got a nose bleed, I investigated the strange car parked in front of my house (turned out it was locked), I listened to the theme song from M*A*S*H, held a door open for a teenager, nodded to a passing jogger, and considered taking a nap.
I did not take that nap.
