Man. Life’s been so busy i haven’t even had time to make clever observations about mundane things. I feel like if I started writing it would sound like the journal of a 13 year old girl.
Dear Diary,
Last night I kissed a boy I like. it was so romantic. Outside under the moonlight. The smell of beer on our breath. I think my history teacher is totally lame. I think Mandy is totally gonna run for student council president against me. I’m so mad at her right now. It’s not like she’s ever been on student council or planned the prom like I did. Argh I just hate that Mandy Jerkface. I still think George Clooney is dreamy but that guy in the new Star Trek is too.
Thanks for listening Diary.

In other news I’m in therapy… for thinking like a 13 year old girl.

“so you think just call it Moustache Robot then”

“either way”

“moustache robot is DEFINITELY a moustache that is a robot – no question”

“yeah, it might be funnier if it’s not clear”

“well robot moustache to me is no question a robot’s moustache
oh
no
wait
you’re right
it could be A robot moustache”

“yeah, robot being the adjective describing the nature of the mustache”

I’m so glad this guy’s our president.