"When you grow up, your heart dies."

Ten bucks and a stale twinkie to anyone who knows this title quote offhand. Okay, I admit: I actually spent the ten bucks on a prostitute and ate the twinkie, so basically you get a pretend high-five.

Since I haven't started working yet, I decided to clean up all the random unpacked boxes in my room. It was at this point that I realized that I actually have more women's clothing in my closet than men's.

I also learned today that it is generally a bad idea to wear boxers while jumping on a trampoline in the presence of minors. No elaboration needed.

And just in case anyone was wondering, consumption is subject to diminishing marginal utility.