I love cereal, but I convinced myself that if I ate less bready shit my beer gut would go away. Now I don't eat cereal any longer, so every morning just kinda feels like a disappointment.

I feel this guy. Living in San Francisco, there are so many homeless people that if a sign isn't impressive it gets totally ignored. If you see someone with a good sign, there's a good chance that person used to work in advertising. Shit's competitive here.

It's terrifying that John Roy just convinced me that the guy on my corner shitting his pants and playing with himself is more well off than I am. Fucking credit cards.

I'm totally with Ryan here. The best part of this recession is that I suddenly have more dirtbag friends to hang out with and drink 40's in the park. The only downside is that when some of them get real drunk, they start weeping and blubbering about shit like "How will I be able to pay my bills?". My response is always, "Fuck if I know, but we'll sure have a lot of fun trying to figure it out!".