That’s a fair assessment. However, I personally, am at my limit of awful things I’m able to carry around with me currently. Best I can muster is a “fuck this silly hat wearing asshole” at present.
Ah well good thing I don’t particularly give a shit what some guy in an (admittedly) awesome party hat thinks about me, as a vagina owner.
I refer to him as, “Voldemort lookin’ motherfucker”
Honestly, they’ve become my uniform. Comfort - ✔️ Full range of motion - ✔️ Full coverage - ✔️
High waist compression leggings are my go-to. Even when I’m cycling you can’t see the top of whatever underwear I chose to wear that day.
It is exhausting and you’re not wrong. Every. Single. Day. Another news story about something utterly and completely pants on head that Mango Mussolini tweeted/said/did. Can we please just not this time?
I make things in my spare time so I don’t tell people to go to hell during my work time. These things are not quite the same.
I didn’t realize Siri and the cats were conspiring. Yesterday I went into the living room to investigate a ruckus and found one of my cats sitting on the couch while the home pod in the window sill was playing Mumford and Sons.
I offset the gains from my one cup of coffee by chasing it with a sugar free Monster. Balance.
That, uh, was definitely a hard ‘r’ there. Jesus Christ.
I suspect this is similar to how someone is going to find my carcass.
14,115 feet skyward. Also some tourists puked from the altitude.
Took a drive through Cascade, CO and up to the summit of Pike’s Peak. This was taken after we all got kicked off the summit because May blizzard. Squiggle is road.
Warm weather ✔️ Sunbeam✔️ Pillows✔️
Abaddon and Apocalypse have cleared my calendar.
Why in the hell is it always toilet paper?