Well, that’s the unwritten starting point of pretty much all my opinions so...

For a while I have noticed that her head is always cocked slightly to the side during interviews, like she’s listening for a noise from predators in the underbrush.

I want a beer. Don’t know why.

Two free flash games: Pac-Xon, a Pac-Man update which involves boxing in the ghosts instead of avoiding them; and Boomshine, with pretty circles and music.

Resolution: hold myself accountable for my bullshit. That means staying single, spending less money, and doing that much-touted self-improvement I told myself I would get to later. After too many years, getting by = drowning.

So long, you crazy diamond.

Whiskey on the rocks. Sweatpants and Netflix! Four-day-weekend, and I have run out of fucks to give today.

flutter flutter bawk squat

Well, I taught my cat how to grow thumbs and walk on her hind legs so she could go open the front door, then slam it shut.

I wonder if they include a sanity clause.

Goddamn, of all the people...

Whenever we go out, the people always shout,

I hope it pairs well with fish sticks.

This is crossing over to farce.

I draw the line at the TruCoat sealant; just money down the drain.

Your reply is too rational for the Internet. Please report to 4chan for remedial training.

Thanks to her, we need a new word. “Kapo” and “quisling” don’t quite fit, and I’m having trouble encapsulating the essence of a person supporting those who would see them deported/shot.

...sure?

You know, like when you rearrange the cushions and make a little fort?

Hopefully you also have some new recipes.