Today I was thinking mean thoughts about someone (Don't worry, it wasn't you.) I was flitting around campus hanging signs for my film series while simultaneously being a massive hater. In the storm of my furious multi-tasking I found myself back in my office and threw my body into my chair.
And onto a pocketful of push pins.
Elven push pins.
I am now sitting at my desk thinking mean thoughts about my ass, which is in turn thinking mean thoughts about me. I'd like to say the message in this story is: What Goes Around Comes Around but what I really think we could all learn from this is: Don't Fill Your Dress Pockets With Fucking Pushpins.