It took about eight minutes, FYI.
(But I am pretty directionally challenged, I admit)
It took about eight minutes, FYI.
(But I am pretty directionally challenged, I admit)
Thanks for that reminder of how good I looked two years ago, Timehop.
Bastard.
I debated whether to call the police or not after this happened. On the one hand, they may have been able to get him some help and there’s a chance he picked a fight with someone a bit more willing (though I think my size and gentle nature were part of the reason I was targeted – if I were so inclined, he wasn’t a physical threat to me), but this is also how I end up reading about police shooting unarmed, argumentative homeless people.
Maybe I erred on the side of empathy, but at this point in my life I don’t really trust the police to make the right decision.
Sorry, friends. I think it’s more about me than the content, but at some point I started paying too much attention to the puppeteer and not enough to the show. This is pretty universal across all media I see for young people.
It’s probably the same reason I doubt I’ll ever finish reading the Harry Potter books.
It was a wise choice.
This is either a commentary about how we’re all addicted to our phones or a sign this is a great relationship since we don’t have to entertain each other all the time. Either way, sometimes it’s better to stare at your phone with someone else in the room.
The numbers were right.
Tonight we saw Lez Stand Up, and it was good and healing to be in a room full of people laughing at the state of things in this world.
I still went, for the record. Just 30 minutes (and many gallons of water) later.
I am tired of job hunting.