It’s really difficult to self edit. I can proof read what I’ve written a dozen times and still miss glaring spelling errors or grammatical mistakes, because I read what I’ve intended to write. Not what I’ve actually written.
When I interact with a girl wearing a choker I immediately perceive her differently than I would if she were sans choker.
I need to work on that.
While discussing global politics and the current state of the world my friend just proposed the following:
“I guarantee that McDonald’s is already using the homeless and dispossessed as a source of meat. McHomeless man! Think about it. When was the last time you actually saw a cow?”
Can you be too woke?
Whenever I see someone on the street that looks like they belong in Game of Thrones it’s always (always) a despair ridden, downtrodden soul that looks like a choleretic medieval peasant.
I never (ever) walk past, or give change to, any determined blonde dragon Queens or fierce red-headed Wildling warriors.
I don’t use the snooze button. Never have, never will. I set my alarm to go off at the last possible minute to try and choke all the potential sleep out of the nights lungs.
Sleep is rad.
The snooze button. Whether it’s on your phone, alarm clock or whatever. I just don’t get it. At its absolute base level – hitting the snooze button means that you’ve set your alarm to go off before you need it to go off. Before you need to get out of bed.
What kind of lunacy is that?
I recently noticed that I’ve been saying the word solid a lot; as a substitute for excellent or enjoyable. I have absolutely no idea where I picked up this new linguistic quirk or for just how long I’ve been using it.
Now I wonder how long it will take for people I spend time with to start using it in the same way. Word viruses are fun.
I woke up this morning in my shower, with the water still running, and suffering from a Memento-esque memory haze. Apparently, after a night of significant revelry, I decided to have shower upon returning home. No big deal.
But the plot thickens. By inadvertently blocking the drain with my highly intoxicated self half an inch of water now covers the floor across the entirety of my apartment.
Despite having absolutely no idea how to deal with the copious amount of unwanted water I reflect on how thankful I am that my apartment didn’t come with a bathtub.
Sometimes I’ll look at one of my friends and think to myself “If you weren’t my friend I’d fucking hate you.“