Broken Toes and Racism

I broke my toes. Just two of them, the third and fourth on my right foot.

Luckily this has not yet impeded my dancing ability. I’m beginning to suspect that they are not in fact broken, but it is also true that my pain receptors do not work correctly.

This is not about my toes. This is about LIFE.

So speaking of things that are broken, I know this really great guy. Yeah, he’s really great and smart and a little obnoxious but funny enough that it’s ok. Anyway I also know of this really cute girl and she likes him, but he has said he won’t date her because she’s white, so they must be culturally different since he’s black. That makes very little sense to me. He grew up in the gol durn suburbs. He doesn’t even suck, usually.

So that’s kind of stupid, and if you are bothered about that type of thing, you should read “Brownies” by ZZ Packer. It’s good.

Or you can forget all that stuff and listen to Say Hi. Umm… don’t let the comparison to Nada Surf fool you… they don’t suck, ever.