i sometimes feel sad for my chemistry professor. he has like parkinson's or cerebral palsy or something, he's always shaking. smart guy, too smart usually, can't explain things to lower than graduate level chem students. but he's always slipping these dry little jokes into his lectures which he gives in a wheezy monotone, so people never catch them and nobody laughs. it's kinda sad.

and there's a very simple thing that people need to do to be loved unconditionally by me: be my child. sadly, it's kind of an exclusive and small group....

i think my shoelaces were once white, but they're kinda grey-ish brown now.