What I Learned Tonight

Tonight I figured out that a Beck’s beer on the train is apparently the most normal thing in the world—everyone’s got one. At the agency, the whole team crowds around the Mac and there’s this perfect unspoken agreement: nobody looks when someone’s typing their password. Such specific respect. I’ve always been drawn to girls with accents, something about the way they shape a word.

Photo Booth had everyone acting like kids, genuinely thrilled with each picture. I want to move to Warschauer Straße. My exes are rotating through my dreams like they’ve got appointments. I need new iPod headphones. Apple’s running some giveaway that’s obviously a con.

You know I’m no good. We’re going to Hurricane Festival. Disney people keep checking my XING profile and I have no idea why. Drunk Chinese people have the funniest language. Right now I’m only listening to bands whose names start with A through D, which limits things but feels right. Had nachos with cheese and chicken, demolished it all, still hungry. I’ve got a stack of Photo Booth pictures.