In an ideal world, the contents of my phone’s notepad feature would read like a menu of my most inspirational ideas. In reality, it’s a big silly crapdump of hastily-typed inanities whose contexts I now completely forget. I’d really like to know what I was hoping to achieve when I wrote:
“Seushdord. it means turtleneck in norweigan.” [Note: It does not.]
“ask dr. if boobs will grow.” [Note: They will not.]
“Last name flannagan =a bad bad sign.” [Note: Okay, it is.]
And as a bonus, what I believe is my shopping list:
“cum, puke, gnocchi.”
