It's days like today that I realize how uneventful life would be without simple inventions on behalf of France. I wake up to a bitchin' croissant, and light this neat smelly candle thingy-ma-bobb. The thingy-ma-bobb is imported from France, and its scent is titled creme brulee.
That's right, my apartment smells richly of smoldering-roommate- cigarettes and creme brulee. Its a good day to be decently poor and seeking small momentos of entertainment. And another thing......
-Thank you Spyhouse for having sassy servers that give you a little lip with your coffee
-Thank you to the creators of House Bunny, because stupid, slutty films are entertaining.
-Thank you to the author of Naked Lunch... your book looks great on my coffee table.
-Thank you Neil Landau + Tara Ison... I still enjoy "Don't tell Mom the Babysitter's Dead".
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