Tell me that’s not the best version of House of the Rising Sun. Really, let’s dance.
I’m bored and my girlfriend is asleep.
It will happen to YOU, fuckers. One minute you’re a dipshit doing dipshit stuff, and the next you’re going to to be like “Oh, fuck.” Yeah, asshole, enjoy that shit while it lasts. One day you’re going to be self-aware, and it it’s going to crush you.
If you’ve got a spare half of a million
I don’t like small dogs. She’s not my dog.
But then I just smile.
Politics after the jump.
I’ve never had a bottle of anything last that lot after being opened. I hate ouzo so very much. Sometimes a pour a glass and wonder if maybe today is the day when I will enjoy ouzo. It is never that day. That day will never come. Ouzo is vile and I hate it and Greece by association.
I love AirPods more than I ever thought it was possible to love earbuds. Apple has spent the last few years fucking everything up, but I feel MagSafe-levels* of inappropriate love for these things and how perfectly they work
It’s not yet 5:00, and I’m pretty sure that despite being old, I can probably make it a good four hours before I fall asleep, so please post anything at all and I will match it to a song.
Re-evaluated career choices.
Yet, I swear I see my reflection. Some place so high above the wall.
People keep giving me jobs I’m not qualified for. I can’t even. I have very few skills, and they are all extremely limited in their application. People are all like, “I would like to give you money to do a thing you’re not qualified to do.” And I’m all like, “I like money, because it can be exchanged for beer.”
My dog: [Runs to my bed, jumps up, sits down, turns around, looks at me] “Bark.”