There’s a good chance I’ll have to cut a bitch before this day is over. A really good chance.
My head hurts.
Annoying: I ask you what you had for lunch. You tell me you had organic lentil soup and a salad with organic baby spinach and…
Jamie and I decided we’re going to make a raft out of a door and float it to Jamaica for New Year’s. Who’s with us?
90% of the posts I compose in my head begin with some variation on the following: “The thing about ____ is ____.”