id you read the Hunger Games? I did. It was a wee disturbing because of all the angsty teenage ritual killings, but it did help me feel a lot less insecure about my furtive bark-eating habit. I’m currently baguette-deep into the series, soley due to a neurotic drive to ingest whatever’s currently clogging up the pop culture zeitgeist. If something is popular I must have it, own it, and make it my bitch, if only for one night. I must pee on the proverbial IKEA Nästved rug, if you will.
My iPad is in need of a spit shine and a robust charge to prepare for tonight’s mind slog through these here Pee-Dee-Effs. I want to finish Catching Fire, the misunderstood Ginger middle child of the series, so I have 45 minutes blocked off tonight and a fresh patina of Teen Spirit in my pits.