I made an idiot of myself on the train laughing out loud at the Target and cake stories. got me in so good of a mood I didn't even mind Gwen Stefani crucifying a perfectly good old Talk Talk song on the radio. well didn't mind Too much anyway. (now you know why I constantly play the oldies station despite those depressing ads for MRIs and funeral parlors)
yeah, i think you have the germ of some good ideas there son...probably the flu virus. now just stop posting about your bowels and we'll get along great. bowels = cliche. bowels = EMO. now, everybody go buy a zine off nik or amble on down to chris's warped and get one, yeah you know where that is right.
(p.s. the fact that I get more excited over this stuff than I do over literary magazines, especially the oh-so-boringly-trendy ones like mcsweeneys, is just another indication of why i will clearly never accomplish ANYTHING in life... :P)