Archive for August, 2012
I am suffering from an existentialist crisis. I'd like to think that I am an independently acting and responsible conscious human being, but I feel like Steve Jobs is laughing at me from beyond the grave.
Watching one of my fav sit-com reruns this morning as I try to overcome a lousy headache. Intermittently, as we all know, come commercials. I was just burdened with one advertising DANCE MOMS showing a morbidly obese woman dressed all in black, cocking her head back and forth in slow motion while screaming at her tiny, skinny daughter dressed in tights and sequins.