Sometimes I feel like psychic people are stalking me and they hang out where I am going to be before I get there. And it’s not really fair, because I rarely know where the hell I’m going.
Similarly, I feel as though sometimes people have access to my ideas before I do. For instance, I really wanted to write an article on how I don’t understand the MN State Fair, but I seem to go every year. Every year it’s the same; like a high school reunion that you only go to so you feel better about your own life.
But local hot-n-snarky blogstress Diablo