All great recollections from out of nowhere usually occur when someone is on the toilet.
That’s how it went for me today. I remembered I have a blog. I logged into that blog. Then I spent an hour removing 90% of the content from that blog. I flushed it all away.
According to my stats someone looks at this thing at least once a day. My apologies to you. Hopefully there is someone else out there blogging nonsense for you to follow.
Mewing is my least favorite word in any language. Is it pronounced myoo-ing, moo-ing — or am I supposed to pronounce it as meowing, but the o is non-existent? I’m not looking for clarification. I’m just letting it be known where I stand when the great mewing vs. meowing war begins. Every time I see it my eyeballs cringe. To me it’s like using the word borking to explain the sound a dog makes.
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I took the 6am Red Line to downtown Pittsburgh today. The sun was casting light and shadows everywhere. Every corner and alleyway had a different palette. The Pride Fest parade was this morning also, so I lucked out with a few streets being completely blocked off. See, the LGBT community does make life better for […]
Why is everyone so proud to proclaim they don’t give a fuck?
I give a fuck. I give a fuck about a lot of things. There are things I don’t
give a fuck about, but I don’t give a fuck about them, so saying I don’t give
a fuck about them in a public forum would just constitute giving a fuck on
some fucking level. What the fuck?
This is all about the fucks I give. To the fucking future!