I got soul but I'm not a soldier

Reason #287 I'm really going to love when I move far from this city:
I actually like chain restaurants. Say what you will, but that onion thing? That is amazing.

I don't know a damn thing about Opus Dei, and Chris Matthews isn't helping. But it makes me remember that I need to find some religion. Or maybe not. I kind of like the way me and God get along, though it is weird. Weird enough that I would like to talk to someone about it, but what are my options? Church, where they might want me to hold hands with the person next to me (No thanks). A therapist? Can you ask for one with whom you can talk about God? This is confusing, right? Also, please don't now think you are smarter than me because I like God. Because clearly, I am a fucking amazing genius who is altogether fascinating. And that's because God made me that way, bitches.

I was noticing today, when some guy had on a shirt that said, "I'd have a battle of wits with you, but you are obviously unarmed," etc. that people who need to point out how sharp they are are generally unbelievably dull. PS Who would wear that shirt?

It was a weird day of shirts. Also this one man had on a shirt that said, "Department of Redundacy Department." OK, then.

I mistakenly paid the wrong rent, the rent from before the yearly rent increase (which happened in February.) I got a message from the landlord that said, "Your rent was $72 short." And I was about to call him back and say his son was a thief when I thought, "Hmm, $72?" And found my lease and remembed I'm an idiot.

Yesterday was the birthday of one Mr. CRZ! He's great. I'd like to go to Minneapolis and see him and his lovely wife, maybe even while Sloan is there. But that might be just too crazy. ESPECIALLY! Since my tickets to London just arrived. Why London? Here's why!

AND! Row B, son. Row B.