mystical love radiation

The Chapel is one of my favorite bars. It's a really charming combination of dive bar and hipster hangout. The last couple of times I've been there, I've run into a chick I went to high school with. And... I'm pretty sure she's a hooker now. I asked her what she's been doing the past few years and she responded, "Drinking! I hate school!" I can't think of an intelligent way to comment on this. I don't really have an issue with prostitution (as long it it's voluntary...and that's a complicated issue that I won't get into right now) but I never really expected to know an actual hooker. I sort of think it's awesome? I hope she really is a hooker and I'm not just making shit up, like I usually am.

thinner

Hormone imbalance my ass. Steve Jobs is obviously the victim of a Gypsy curse.

money money money money

A few weeks ago I had to submit a grant proposal to fund my thesis. I aimed pretty low, honestly, because I didn't really expect to get any money from it. I didn't work very hard on it and I didn't ask for much money. Anyway, I just received an email saying that they are going to fund me in the full amount I requested. Which means I'm going to probably buy about $300 or more in music in the coming weeks. It's going to be great.

Also. German slang is one of the most hilarious things I can think of:
cocaine = Nuttendiesel = hooker fuel.