Fight Club! Terrorism! Unsent letters! And a hard-boiled egg!

Dear customers:

I couldn't help but notice that you were lined up in front of the store at seven thirty this morning.
We do not not open until eight o'clock.
You just wasted a half hour that could have been spent having mind-blowing, nerve-sizzling, every-page-of-the-Kama-Sutra-three-times-before-breakfast sex because you thought you needed a pound of shaved turkey.
You go home and you think about that.

Cranky as always,
Me

P.S.: You could also have been watching Powerpuff Girls reruns. Which is still pretty good.

I bought Fight Club today.
( The first rule about the LJ cut is you don't click on the LJ cut. The second rule about the LJ cut is YOU DON'T CLICK ON THE LJ CUT. )

The government on Friday put off its long-awaited final decision on whether to sell emergency contraception without a prescription, saying the pill was safe to sell over-the-counter to adults but grappling with how to keep it out of the hands of young teenagers.
Because God knows teenagers never need emergency contraception, ever. *fond memories of friends' pregnancy scares*

A girl I work with (this one) has renamed me Oliver and decided that we should become terrorists.
No, I don't know why either.

The other night I discovered what it's like to feel adolescent. I've been an adolescent for three years (by my reckoning) so you'd think I'd've made this discovery before. But no.
It feels prickly and unpleasant, mostly. In case you'd forgotten, or haven't gotten there yet.

Also: wanty wanty wanty.

ETA: LABYRINTH MANGA. *bigflail!*