Will You Please Take Me To The Restroom?

Another quotable (for whenever I'm feeling particularly dull and uninteresting) courtesy of Ghost Town:
"We just get the one life, you know. Just one. You can't live someone else's or think it's more important just because it's more dramatic. What happens matters. May be only to us, but it matters."

If I were to be really honest, I could just morph the above as another poorly rationalized reason to be more into myself because, goddammit, I matter. Even if no one cares. Ha. How convenient.


Last week, my co-worker asked me what "opt" meant in an e-mail he received from a colleague. The three letters appeared familiar to me (in terms of I knew they appeared in another e-mail before), so I assumed that they were part of a work-related acronym. Professional person that I am, I went to the handy dandy always accurate source of Urban Dictionary and in all seriousness, told my co-worker it meant "Oriental Person Time". Smooth. Turns out, it was "opt" as in "choose", and I was confusing "OPT" with "PTO". Acronyms really blow.