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tiltingheartand) wrote2011-08-03 09:18 am
tiltingheartand) wrote2011-08-03 09:18 am
just what skin you've chosen this day
It's probably a statement on my life at the moment that whenever I'm driving through downtown on my way home when the General Mills plant is manufacturing, my first thought is no longer "ooh, Cheerios" but is instead "huh, thiamine".
(For those curious: that smell Cheerios have isn't Cheerio-specific. It's the vitamin B1 in it.)
Something I genuinely do not understand (unlike my hatred of people who put their turn signals on while in exit-only lanes; THERE IS NOWHERE ELSE FOR YOU TO GO): I'm a big fan of not getting hit -- rear-ended, T-boned, in the throat, whatever. As far as I can tell, the sole purpose of turn signals is to help other people not hit you. Why do so many people refuse to acknowledge their existence?
No, seriously, I want to know.
(For those curious: that smell Cheerios have isn't Cheerio-specific. It's the vitamin B1 in it.)
Something I genuinely do not understand (unlike my hatred of people who put their turn signals on while in exit-only lanes; THERE IS NOWHERE ELSE FOR YOU TO GO): I'm a big fan of not getting hit -- rear-ended, T-boned, in the throat, whatever. As far as I can tell, the sole purpose of turn signals is to help other people not hit you. Why do so many people refuse to acknowledge their existence?
No, seriously, I want to know.