“Listen to your body” is a fairytale made up by the eat a whole fucking pound of unbearably hot pasta industry to sell more whole fucking pound of unbearably hot pasta
so cruel that Garmin makes hands-down the best semi-normal human grade GPS hardware but an accompanying software universe that is an array of slapdash bullshit half-wit fuck-off potatoes
watching the motion picture HACKERS (1995) and realizing that in retrospect teenager-me watching this definitely had a stifling gay homosexual crush on the dumbass goober guy that's fucking dual wielding cigs
fully understand and find practical, yet a bit needlessly morbid how plainly the fee schedule for lifetime fishing licenses in Virginia tracks to an actuarial "how much lifetime are we talking here" table
bought some new guide books because I have decided that I have little enough going on in my life that I would like to learn to confidently differentiate species of pine
one of the greatest things a female musician can do is use the verb "come" in a cheekily ambiguous way where it could be the homophonic vulgar colloquialism "cum" and that is why Chappell Roan's Super Graphic Ultra Modern Girl" is so important