i thought i saw a lot of cute chicks on campus today. then i asked myself “are there really more cute girls on campus or are hormones fucking with me?” i’m leaning toward the latter.
at safeway yesterday, i was in the condiment section and there was this lady there with three or four kids yammering for some random chocolate oatmeal that they kept saying was their “favorite” even though they’d forget about it in a few minutes. she looked at me with sad, tired, and distraught eyes. i wanted to tell her “it’s alright, when they get to my age, you’ll probably want them to be that age again.” but instead, i looked away and stared at paul newman.