In other news, I became a part of my local Food Not Bombs chapter.

I think. The dude was a little shy. I told him point blank, though: "I wanna help." So maybe they'll let me. I have much to offer, like the ability to write astronomically witty pamphlets littered with the word 'Fuck'. Also, physical beauty, awesome black boots with red laces, and a genuine concern to help those less fortunate than me and piss off The Man at the same time.

So if you spot me cramming carrots down a bewildered homeless person's throat, you'll know why.