The No-Effort Experience

I’ve been trying for at least a year to run into a wall repeatedly and violently, but my family keeps getting in the way.

For a band called The xx a more suitable song title than “Crystalised” would probably be “Patronised”.

Sometimes I watch the stream, and it seems impenetrable. I don’t belong here. This is an American affair.

What a sheltered life I’ve led. It’s about time I got kicked right into the real-life turmoil of Twitter.

I wish someone would help me pop the tiny but infuriating pimple on my soft, white, newly-shaven shoulder.

If you got nailed in your box, stomp your feet!

I’m on a list called PURO SEXO with lots of hot ass. I’m thinking my brains got me there. After all, they resemble wrinkly buttocks.

If you got some mail in your box, clap your hands!

Reading the NY Times: “How Men’s Overconfidence Hurts Them as Investors”. That’s fair. Generally people’s overconfidence hurts others.