It's funny how silly things, even ones that you know to be full of BS, can be so entertaining. Like online quizzes or things that generate your Name In a Past Life or something. Magic 8 balls. Fortune Cookies. There's something about it that triggers this innate sense of sentimentality... like it's Santa Claus all over again. Like I know it's not real, it's empty, meaningless, mindless, but there is just a certain peaceful, insightful beauty about lying to yourself and believing for a second, or more.
In a past life, BlogThings says I was a "Peaceful Chief".
How 'bout that?
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Agreed: sometimes you need to be a little kid again, at least for a bit.
On that note, I bought an orange monster hand-puppet this weekend at Target. It kind of makes me happy to whip him out and harass my little brother with it....
You should carry it around NYC. If anyone ever tries to mug you, pull the "I'm a crazy bitch with an orange monster hand-puppet from Target" card. I bet it would work...
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