I'm not sure why I stopped writing here. I think I felt as though I had nothing left to say, which is silly. Today I felt like I had something, but now I realize I don't have any time to say it. I have to meet a friend at an exhibit this morning and I still haven't showered. I've spent the morning masturbating, researching what to wear to Iceland, and eating yogurt covered in stale lavender granola. There's something genocidal about eating yogurt. Think about it; all those helpless little bacteria being delivered to their doom on cold, curved silverware. You're taking thousands, maybe millions of lives with every spoonful. Now compare that to eating a steak, or a chicken, even. It's vulgar.
Hitler probably ate yogurt.
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