A take on Boba Tea: I haven’t had that many balls flying at my face since spring break.
{See also this horrendous live-blogging experience with the bubble tea.}
A take on Boba Tea: I haven’t had that many balls flying at my face since spring break.
{See also this horrendous live-blogging experience with the bubble tea.}
You know who this is about.
He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named because he’s such a fucking dick.
Sending shit like this to people is why my list of friends is dwindling.
Not mad about it.
Some days the urine smells vaguely like maple syrup, and at such times I think, “Life can be so sweet.“
Why do we not hear of more sleepwalkers injuring themselves? If I attempted to walk anywhere with my eyes closed I wouldn’t get ten feet without bumping into something. Sleepwalkers, meanwhile, can navigate flights of stairs without so much as a single stubbed toe. How does this work?
My technological deficiencies are such that I still haven’t figured out how to watch two television shows that are on the same time. Yes, it’s that bad – but also that good, because it’s kept me off of the television to be able to write a bunch of bullshit like this and bring it to all five of you.
Claim: I am now an officially crotchety old man.
Evidence: My supreme annoyance at the fact that Target, amid all its current ugliness, doesn’t even sell DVDs anymore.
Case in point: I asked the twelve-year-old working the electronics counter if they sold DVDs. His response: no, we got rid of that section. He only sees a few here and there. (Whatever the fuck that is supposed to mean.)
Our future is bleak.
Maybe we should stop relying on algorithms to dictate our choices and simply engage with all the varied things that interest us. And maybe the algorithms should allow us to do that.
It’s not that I don’t trust a no-bake cookie… but maybe it is.
Tips for peeling small potatoes without peeling my finger pads off? And by tips I mean volunteers.