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I didn’t know who Giorgio Moroder was before I listened to Random Access Memories so for like the first two minutes of that song all I thought was “Wow I didn’t know Arnold Schwarzenegger had such a passion for music”
I love pajama pants but it’s starting to get too hot to wear them I need pajama shorts are those a thing?
I was working at a buffet making omelettes for people and this group of girls walked by and I only heard one sentence from their conversation which was “I’ve peed five times since I got here”
Reaching the highest level in a relationship with the one you love involves obtaining a license from the government.
So I saw Opeth last night and some kid came in wearing a Death Grips T-shirt and I wanted to say something to incite some kind of camaraderie but not something lame like “nice shirt” so finally I just ended up yelling “YAH!” at him as he walked by me and I don’t think he got what I was getting at.
Also there was this guy who looked like my friend who wanted to go to the concert with us but couldn’t, but he only looked like him at certain angles so every time he turned his head it tripped me out.
Also during one of the songs this guy in front of me tried to get some clapping going and no one was joining in but he wasn’t giving up so there was just one guy clapping to the beat for like a whole minute. Not even his friend next to him joined in.
My sister started playing God of War and she just doesn’t have the same mindset as Kratos, saying things like “He ate the key what am I to do” and “Why didn’t I help that guy I was totally in a position to help him”
So I went to my bank to cash a check but they couldn’t cash it and told me to go to Bank of America across the street so I went outside and there isn’t a Bank of America anywhere. So I went to the Bank of America that’s somewhere else entirely and the branch manager who’s got a big smile on his face and even bigger bags under his eyes starts talking to me in this half-kind, half-depressed voice trying to convince me to join Bank of America, asking me all these questions about my bank and stuff. Then the lady cashing my check starts ganging up on me too and I’m just looking back and forth at the two of them wishing I could run out of there but I really want this money. So I take a business card but that doesn’t shut them up but they finally got around to cashing my check so I get to leave and I haven’t taken any drugs today but that was the highest I’ve ever been.
Ordering a BLT at Subway is a very strange process cause you tell them you want a BLT so they take the bread and put some bacon on it and then they ask you if you want any cheese which fuck that there’s no such thing as cheese on a BLT so then they ask if you want anything else and you have to goddamn tell them to put lettuce tomato and mayonnaise on it
That’s not a BLT that’s a bacon sandwich that you can turn into a BLT if you want to go through the trouble
I imagine people with more common names like Ben or John have a mechanism where if someone says “Hey John” they think “Maybe they’re talking to a different John” but my name’s fucking Karl and nobody has that name except for one other guy so when someone says “Hey Karl” I direct my attention toward them with 100% certainty that they’re talking to me and that certainty is still there whenever I’m around the other Karl so I fucking look every time someone says “Karl” and it’s really annoying.
The other Karl has a beard too now so I was with him last night and some chick I don’t know said “Is that Karl? You need to shave dude” And it took me a full minute of thinking “Who the hell is this girl and how does she know who I am and where does she get off talking bad about my beard” before I realized she didn’t know me and that she was talking to the other Karl
