Some things I found
Dead Letter Office

Here's a two-page note I found in the lecture hall where I had a neuroscience class.

Page 1

Why has he done this to me?  Why did he fucking lie to me?  He is a L-I-A-R.  LIAR.  If we get evicted this week then I'm leaving him.  No, I'll need him more than ever then.  Why did he fuck shit up!  It's like he hit the last nail into the coffin.  There's no more room for doubt.  It's just a matter of time now.  I don't think I'll ever trust another man again.  I trusted him & game him the greatest benefit of the doubt & he failed me.  And the thing he failed at was that he just didn't admit it, he created this whole other lie.  I don't believe him anymore & I will never give him my card again.  Ever.  And this thought just keeps going through my head: "Wait until graduation to do it."  I can't handle a breakup right now.  I still love him.  I do.  He's my Chilly Bear, my deceitful Chilly Bear, my manipulative Chilly Bear.  He knows though.  I remember what he said last night.  He said he thought that in the future I was going to remember this relationship & remember how bad it was.  How he didn't have a job for 4 months.  If he thinks this why doesn't he make it better?  Why doesn't he talk to me more?  Why doesn't he share more?

Page 2
I'm going to throw this & the other page away because I don't want Kent to read it.  I feel like screaming, right now, in school.  Just scream as loud as I can.  I feel so bad right now but I'm trying to concentrate on this fucking test.  I'm a loser & not a superstar designer.  How can she say that?  It's the truth but you don't have to remind me.  I need encouragement right now.  I need something good to happen this week or I won't believe in anything anymore.  Will we get evicted?  Will we get thrown out?  Will I ever be a good designer?  I don't know, I used to think so.  I used to pride myself on being a good designer or a decent one at least.  Now, that pride has diminished so that I don't know if I will have a great job in the end.  Maybe all I'll become is some pidly little production artist.
Anyone know Kent?  Send him a link!
Submitted to Found Magazine.

Good candy, bad English

This was  the wrapper of a pack of candy I bought for Dani, my girlfriend.  I think it was purchased from World Market, a retailer of foreign foods.  This brand can also be found in small Asian groceries.

In case it is too small to see, the text reads:

Its translucent color so alluring and taste and aroma so gentle and mellow offer admiring feelings of a graceful lady.  Enjoy soft and juicy Kasugai Muscat Gummy.


Submitted to

Dr. Brown's Cel-Ray

I found this "naturally flavored" soda in Wal-mart, of all places!  It and several more mainstream flavors were nestled away about six aisles from the rest of the sodas in, for some reason, the Asian foods.  in case you're wondering, the celery taste is minimal.  It's just like Sprite, only not as sweet.  Have a V-8 instead.

A review of it on the web reads:

Dr. Brown's Cel-Ray isn't your thing, but it has a following. It's the One True Beverage to have with that pastrami or corned beef sandwich on rye with mustard, for instance. The only other permissible soda in such situations is Dr. Brown's Black Cherry. They have a decent cream soda and forgettable root beer and orange soda, too. Find a good Jewish deli anywhere in the US, and you'll find Cel-Ray, sometimes referred to generically by old-timers as "celery tonic."
Note: The picture above isn't mine.  I couldn't photograph the can without excessive glare, so I lifted this pic from another site.

In my trunk
I had never seen one of these before.  It was in the trunk of a rental car I had on a recent trip.  At first I thought, hey, who can read this, but then I realized that it was made of glow-in-the-dark material.  How cool is that?

It's so self-explanitory, you might even be able to figure this out in panic, but how often is it even necessary?  I mean, won't your buddies let you out of the trunk after a minute?  Honestly, would the Sopranos drive an economy class car?

Copyright 2004 anthropologicAle[x].

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