Why the fuck is everybody flipping out over Michael Cera? People have been bumping into him on the street lately - here in Toronto, and it's getting kind of lame. He's just a kid who happens to be an actor, a funny one but it's not like he's Clint fucking Eastwood.
And another thing, if I get asked to make plans while I'm in the middle of work, it's going to take a while for me to answer, so why do you even bother asking if you are just going to change your plans five seconds later? Fucking THINK.
I had a really really good weekend. Semi philosophical discussions amidst cigarette smoke in my rainy backyard are treasured. The next day at work it was so much easier to just tune everything out and just let muscle memory take over and think about all the things we talked about, to muse with the concepts we went through. The fact that we stayed up all night and then went to bed at around nine in the morning helped the rest of the day go by in a strange kind of slower than normal yet still enjoyable haze.
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