live your dreams. and then die.

the subway calender my parents brought home the other day has been staring at me in the face for the past few hours, seductively wiggling a cheese and steak sandwich in my face. or at least, that what it feels like. whilst i appreciate a good sandwich, i do not appreciate having anybody wiggling anything in my face, seductively or otherwise.

i now need to devise a plan to convince my colleagues tomorrow to have subway for lunch, lest i start wiggling things inappropriately in their faces.

...

i honestly do not know why these sort of thoughts pop up in my head. i could blame it on my upbringing, i suppose. as it is, i am already thinking of more words that connote raising things. hngh. i think i should get around to scrubbing my brain, but i'm just not up for it.

... i really oughta do something about this.