... stop using the term "verbal diarrhea." It's not clever, it's not witty, it's not original. It's cliché, and disgusting cliché at that. It is generally a poor choice to introduce "diarrhea" into any conversation unless wholly necessary, for instance when a child is sick, you are trying to call in sick from work, or you are wondering how an actress lost 30 pounds in three weeks.
... eat at Chipotle soon and often. It's a Mexican grill, and they make to-order burritos, burrito bowls, and tacos. They use top-notch, natural ingredients. It might be the best eatery in all the land. I love food, and this is loveable. I could eat this every day for the rest of my life.
... get your brakes fixed as soon as you start hearing the pads squeak, and especially omgwtf if you start hearing grinding when you brake. That means that the pads are no longer padded, and the caliper (the part that holds the pads) is just grinding away your rotors. If you've gone this far without getting new brake pads, guess what asshole, you need new rotors too. That's the part that is attached to the wheel that the brake pads actually make contact with. This is the situation I'm in, and I have to fix all of my brakes tomorrow. YEAH! My frickin' wheels look like photographs taken with a sepia filter, or something out of the friggin' Bronze Age. That's rotor dust, and that's bad. And you know what else? People who know that is are most certainly laughing at you as soon as they see it.
... understand that the reason that McDonald's offers a value meal with two breakfast burritios is because that is the maximum number of breakfast burritos (with salsa) that one can safely eat without seriously regretting it within a couple hours. In fact, you'll probably seriously regret it two or three times.
... feel good about the next President of the United States. My views have gradually changed on this over the past few months, but I feel pretty optimistic about the direction this country will be taken no matter who wins the election, though it will almost certainly be President McCain. If you don't agree, it's cool that you're wrong. I don't mind. WINK. I'm voting for Barack Obama though.
... love heating and energy bills. I live in a studio smaller than most bedrooms and my electric bill is over $100. I can't even spin in a circle in this golly-gee-dang apartment without holding my arms down or I knock over lamps and shit, and I'd be warmer in my extreme cold weather sleeping bag in the friggin' forest. No seriously. I have to turn on the fan in the bathroom when guests use it or I can hear them breathing. You know. While they do their duty. DUTY.
... freakin' fudge. Flyin'. Flippin'. Apostrophe. F.
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