Retrospective

I was cooking lunch yesterday and I got this ticket. For some reason it really disappointed me. I thought about this horrible person and their need for control and personalization. The honey mustard sub and 86'ing of bacon made me decide this person was female, sorry if thats sexist. This is my blog. I wondered how they treated their family and peers. I picture her removing hats and throwing away new magazines with no regard for their input. I wondered what she got excited about. Then I started thinking about what I get excited about. But in my head it was what I get excited "aboot" because at that point my narrator was Canadian. There were many things I could pinpoint as being the coolest fucking thing in existence from specific years of my childhood. Then I started thinking about how nothing is as interesting or exciting as those things were now. And that brought me down so I took it out on a prep cook who froze fresh chicken breasts for no logical reason. This conversation with myself lead me to attempt to chronicle the coolest thing in the world by year for every year I've lived. Many of my memories involve movies because that what I remember better than real life? Years of substance abuse comes into play. I've also left out real people because I don't really care for people and the humans i like are a given.