The other day, I saw her book in a bookstore and moved it back to the fiction section.

We’re coming home along the Thruway and decide to stop at McD’s. There’s a woman and smallish kid in front of us getting huffy and I can tell this won’t end well. And in due time she starts yelling at the cashier, “Why is everything more expensive here? This is ridiculous! You’re ripping people off!” and so on, as the…

what kind of fucking monster devil restaurant doesn’t give you fries with a burger

“According to his children, the dad’s last words were- and I’m paraphrasing here, your Honor- “I want to see a manager, those grills marks look crunchy and I’m allergic to crunchy.”

“After the chef removed the grill marks from the chicken, he sharpened the blackened parts into points and stabbed them in the dad’s eyes, Your Honor.”

No shit, my story would end with "There were no survivors of what came to be called "The Pizza Cutter Massacre."

This entitled housewife looks back at her impressionable child and calmly says “She is yelling because that girl deserves it, the service is terrible every time we come here.” And then she looked me straight in the eyes.

6 hours earlier:

And as the cool autumn winds started picking up speed, Billy Ray walked silently up behind her and put his hand on her shoulder, “Anything to harvest this year Miley?”

You know what? No shame in her game. She’s an adult and can do whatever the fuck she wants. The Miley shamers sound like pearl clutching republicans. One worry about my own progressive base is how fucking close minded and judgey we tend to be at times.

I kind of can’t help liking this chick. The field in which she grows her fucks is clearly barren.

• Here are the first cast photos of Star Wars: Rogue One. Cast members include Felicity Jones and Mads Mikkelsen. [The Hollywood Reporter]
  

I like Miley. She’s living her life and doing her thing. Her voice is unique; one doesn’t hear very many contralto voices in pop music anymore. Everyone wants to see who can hit a higher note than the next person, meanwhile I’ve played this video of her cover of Summertime Sadness over and over for the past few months.

That is all.

I jumped at least three times. Perhaps I am more easily frightened. We’ll see next week when I watch Sinister 2 while wearing a diaper.

Did Iggy win tho? Like. If I step on an ant, does that make me a warrior, or just an asshole who steps on ants?