So, against my better judgement, I bought a wee little notebook to record my random inspirations when I’m out and about on the town. Also, sometimes when I’m on the T I see random hipsters and crazy people feverishly writing in little notebooks, and often I am to wonder “What are they writing about?” Not that I have my little book, I realize the whole point is to just look like you are writing all types of interesting stuff.

Whenever I pause to write sometype of bullshit into my notebook, I make sure my brow is extra-furrowed and my expression is doubly pained, as if I have to cut the words from my flesh onto the page. I think that’s pretty fucking cool

What a troubled soul he most be? What is he writing about? It must be something terribly powerful, emotionally draining and extremely entertaining?

Woe unto the poor commuter that actually glances towards the pages onto which I endlessly scrawl, for it is complete crap, hahaha