Saturday, January 14, 2006

I’d prefer to be remembered for clean boxer-briefs.

I have this morbid little habit of making sure my room is perfectly clean before leaving on long trips in case I die enroute and my parents decide to leave my room untouched as a shrine to my memory.

I guess I just don’t want the shrine to my memory to be a heaping pile of dirty underwear in the middle of my floor.