allow me to set your expectations: this essay sucks. and i'm quite rude. you're better off calling your mom instead.

first of all, We Live In Time is possibly not only the saddest movie of the year, but might actually be the saddest movie i have ever seen in my LIFE.

basically me complaining about how much my knee fucking hurts.

i am addicted to women's basketball and this is my story.

to know me, you've first gotta understand i have a fraught history with religion.

lotta people talking about whether Blackrock will or won't use Ethereum.

it is so interesting, I think, as I signal and begin to turn the wheel, that they call it a "business park." it does not seem like a particularly fun place to be. I let the cracked and faded fake leather slide through my hands as the vehicle rights itself and continues on down the small side road...

aka, go where you want, just don't be a dick

or, "another one"