Some mornings, you just want to listen to Jive Talkin' 🎵
I’m making friends at my new apartment.
My sister and I maybe thirteen years ago. I really chose all that.
Anyone remember soap on a rope? I don't, but Chuck-D rhymes it, so it must be real. Sounds like it would be exactly what it says on the tin, but I refuse to Google it.
Where have all the websites gone? From Jason is spot on. Don't click the footer.
Finally, I'm using AI for its intended purpose.
There’s a dude eating almonds from a plastic carton on the bus, which I don’t have a problem with, but at first I thought they were pistachios and I did have a problem. Who can explain my brain.
I’ve performed in countless improv shows, but tonight will be the first time I’ll host one. Wish me luck.
Stale cigarette smoke is a deeply nostalgic smell for me, even though I never was a smoker. I don’t get to smell it much anymore, which is probably a good thing, since it’s still pretty gross.
Finished reading: The Ghost Brigades by John Scalzi 📚