*fart* That's a load off my mind!
Yesterday I went to my grandparents house to wish my grandma a happy birthday. When we got there, my grandma was on the phone and hardly acknowledged our existence. She had a reasonable excuse that she was talking to a friend of hers that she hardly talks to. Call her back. It's not that hard. You call us over there and demand our presence, but no, we just sat there for ten fucking minutes trying to have a conversation over her's.
I recieved Fat Land from my uncle. I was initially insulted. "Are you calling me fat?" But then I realized that it wasn't some kind of wieght loss program, but the psychology of the fattness of America. Why it exists instead of how to solve it. Now I am interested in it, but I have so many books to read not including my textbooks.
Here is a list off the top of my head of the books I am in the middle of or planning on reading at the moment:
The Castle
Atlas Shrugged
The Story of Philosophy
The Zen and Art of Motorcycle Maintenance
Wow, that's a big list.
I recieved Fat Land from my uncle. I was initially insulted. "Are you calling me fat?" But then I realized that it wasn't some kind of wieght loss program, but the psychology of the fattness of America. Why it exists instead of how to solve it. Now I am interested in it, but I have so many books to read not including my textbooks.
Here is a list off the top of my head of the books I am in the middle of or planning on reading at the moment:
The Castle
Atlas Shrugged
The Story of Philosophy
The Zen and Art of Motorcycle Maintenance
Wow, that's a big list.