Why am I increasingly drawn to wearing black items of clothing? Is this a sign of ...aging? mourning? lack of creativity? or increased creativity (it's standard in graphic design attire, apparently)?
Why do bloggers take weekends off? Do they not peruse the Internet or continue their ponderings on Saturdays and Sundays?
Why do art students always seem to be having more fun? Is it because their minds haven't been conformed to fit through the narrow funnel of academia? Do their programs relieve them of traditional academic institutions' right-versus-wrong, check-one-box-only, one-point-for-showing-your-work-but-two-points-for-the-correct-answer limited methods? Do I sound jaded by my university experience?
Why am I able to justify eating more than I need to simply by looking at my profile in the mirror while lifting my shirt and seeing how far I can still suck in my stomach? Is this morbid or are there others out there like me?
Why can't my windburned cheeks look more like lightly dusted rose petals and less like glossy baby buttocks?
Why can't Canada have the same film release dates as America all the time? Mr Fox is too Fantastic for me to wait a week longer than the Yanks. Guess I'll read the book in the meantime.
Good night.
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