I got to shave with a new razor blade today. My blade generally outlasts the razor, and the one I just threw out was in use for over eight months. It was so old that the soothing strips were completely worn out. The blades get a little dull and slightly irritating, but they still work. I’ve always had baby facial hair, but I’ve noticed that it’s gotten a lot tougher now. Too bad it’s patchy as hell, like Gabe’s.

I love tracking packages. I wonder if package tracking codes follow a certain structure, like credit cards. Credit card numbers need to be approved by a bank first though, so they’re very secure, with good reason. If I could, I’d decipher the tracking code format and write a code generator to track random packages all day. I wouldn’t need to know what’s being shipped, I just like knowing that I can find out where something is at any point in time.

Allergy season has made me realize that the only authentic Chinese thing I have left is an obnoxious sneeze.

The more someone pushes me, the more I lose interest.

Every so often I’ll read a confession on grouphug.us that will make me think of one of my friends, as if he or she may have been the one to write the it. And even more rarely, I’ll read one that makes me think that I wrote it, even though I know I didn’t, and this is one of them:

270642834: i wear my retainer, even when i don’t have to, cuz it makes me feel nerdy, and nerds turn me on.