Location: New York, NY

Well-educated, wear nice shoes to work, living a life of quiet desperation, all that shit.

Friday, March 24, 2006

This is my lunch.

When it is in the act of being put into my mouth as I read a magazine quietly at my desk, it does not want to be hurriedly chewed so that I can answer whatever mundane question you have asked me in the spirit of ill-timed conversation. Lettuce died so that I may eat, let's grant it the respect that it deserves.


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