
Gilmore Girls, man. Gilmore Girls …
Gilmore Girls, man. Gilmore Girls …
Or maybe I was being an asshole. I’m not even sure.
I hope I am never that dude in the bar. Ever.
Sports fans have weird (terrible) boundaries.
I may be an extrovert, but I do love my time alone.
There’s a bad trailer for the movie version of my story where it’s just me riding around Portland while twee indie music plays in the background. It won’t be inaccurate, but it won’t be good.
Carrying home a take-n-bake pizza in the rain. The wrapping was fairly water-tight, thankfully.
It rained a little today.