Ten Things That Occurred to Me #19
Things occur to me. I write them down.
Is it just me, or can you not swing a dirty hoody without knocking over three blog posts using the word ‘bespoke’ these days?
I’m just going to go ahead and say it: If you are upset that Lizzo played that flute, then you need to seriously reconsider your path in life.
Here’s something I don’t understand: I have found that the amount of ice in my cup affects my enjoyment of iced tea. Both too much and too little are less than optimal. This is a mystery to me.
If Instagram has taught me anything, it is that I really need to get a pet raccoon.
I’d like to find the guy that invented the leaf blower and punch him in the nose.
Folks, I’m begging you -- the next time you feel like saying “I’m really passionate about <something>,” for the love of Elvis, please just say “I feel strongly about <something>” or "I really like <something>" instead. Seriously. Enough with “passion.”
Michael J. Fox is a man of great courage and fine character.
It seems kind of wild to me that broadcast radio is still a thing.
Why in the name of sweet Elvis would anyone buy bottled water out of a vending machine?
I think it is absolutely absurd that marijuana is not completely legal for adults.