On beautiful days like today, it’s painfully hard to sit in an office all day and then work at the library until past sunset. I was lucky enough to...
I decided to get a touring bike and then I decided I needed a Brooks leather saddle and I need fenders to protect the...
I have a PS4, and while I might eventually get an Xbox One when a platform-exclusive title interests me, I am just not...
The English language needs a word for that feeling you get when you badly need help, but there is no one who you can call because you’re not popular enough to have friends, not rich enough to have employees, and not powerful enough to have lackeys. It’s a very distinct cocktail of impotence, loneliness and a sudden stark assessment of your non-worth to society.
Cannot say enough good things about this book.
Last night I had this dream that my sister and I were on a mission and had to go find Kanye West and Usher. Apparently they were on trial for killing some kids and we had to split up and find them. My sister and I split up and I went to look for Kanye. I went into our (apartment?) bathroom and Kim Kardashian was in the shower. I started putting in my contacts and she started asking if I had seen Kanye.
Alarm went off before I could answer.
Lot to unpack here, sib.
Also: you were in my dream last night; it was mainly about me having a messy bedroom—think centipedes and moldy food—and messing yours up too (slightly!). You were annoyed.