To pay attention to the fucking things you do each day.
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Do you remember back in Ewing’s class in high school when we did that project over Benny Franklin’s Moral Perfection? Well neither do I because I didn’t do it. However, I did sort of almost listen to what my oh-so-wise professor was trying to teach us lot of honors hooligans. You see, B.F. had this grand idea of making up a bunch of virtues, picking one out for the week, and keeping a daily log of how many times he had acted in opposition to said virtue.
I’m not going to do that.
But keeping track of yourself sounds like a great plan!… And, of course, by yourself I mean ME. MESELF. How do you like them apples, Suzie Q. Rottenmouth (you don’t because your mouth is rotten because you eat too many sweeties because you hate fruit which includes apples)?
In summary, I’ve been indulging far too much and I’m hoping that by keeping track, I’ll become so disgusted with myself that I will change! It’s the spice of life!
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“Humility: Imitate Socrates and Jesus”
Halloween costume? Postmortem, of course
