the pop culture ramblings of a lunatic.
Personal Entry
Anecdote of the Day #3.
Mar 13th
I haven’t done my laundry in nearly two months and this is not the first time. Over the summer I counted the days I didn’t do laundry (One hundred and twenty) and by the end of my “no-laundry gauntlet” I was wearing the scraps of underwear at the bottom of my drawer.
In the beginning my clothes smelled like wet dog – by the end they smelled like dead dog.
Anecdote of the Day #2.
Mar 11th
I sacrificed 10 of my Facebook friends for a Whopper. They were informed of my decision via newsfeed (It read “Dan Luke has sacrificed your friendship for Whopper.”). Needless to say, I can’t wait for my High School reunion where I have to explain that the Whopper I received for sacrificing them was all the more delicious because it felt like I was also consuming their souls.
My Super Suit(e) Diary #1
Mar 10th
As part of a social experiment I have begun to wear a suit and tie everyday. At the end of the day I journal about my super suit(e) adventure.
Today a librarian asked if I was a professor. To which I responded “No, sir. I’m just a regular Asian and you a horrible, racist human being.”
The librarian was Arab.
Anecdote of the Day #1.
Mar 9th
I have a cousin named David that’s quite a bit older than me. He crashes at my Mom’s house sometimes. One night I was clattering away on my laptop in the den when he entered. “Dan,” he said, “I don’t get this Facebook thing. You’re generation is strangely disconnected. Like these High Schoolers I see on the bus, texting on their cellphones instead of talking to the other kids.” I agreed with him, but still think its creepy that my cousin looks at High School girls.
Dan Luke’s Journal (Part One)
Nov 6th
This is an excerpt from my private journal:
“I’m not sure what else I need to speak of – I do know that I am trying to blink less. I would like to offer myself some sort of silver lining to this epic long rant. I would like to say that I know how to maintain eye contact now. I know how to look at people without blinking. And I think that while maybe I’ll never slow down – maybe I’ll become used to it and, in turn, blink less.”
I think I might be retarded.