It's early enough I think I can still make this happen for me tonight.

Ordered Indian food for dinner but now I want buffalo chicken mac and cheese.

“Summer is calling!”

Okay and?! I’m gonna hang up. I fucking hate summer. The worst season. Sweaty ass humid buttholes.

👅

I had the ROKR! What a shit phone.

Listen to Daddy Kai.

Medium article headline screenshot Author: Tushar Kanjariya Headline: This Tiny Library Removes localhost Port Numbers Subhead: One Command. No More Ports. No Confusion.

brain glitched out interpreting this as a little free library

Their button downs are also no-iron! If they get wrinkled a quick toss in the dryer straightens them out!

Yeah, I like their stuff but it would require a drive to Leesburg and I've already made my quarterly Northern Virginia trip.

Not the tees I already have from them.

Blade and Blue got me again.

I was on the fence about jump rope guy until his recent reel with Dragonette's "Hello." It's a yes from me. Till the room stinks and the paint peels off the walls.

Divorce.

Jeeeeeesus.

Ok Gays of a Certain Age™️, where are we buying t-shirts these days?

A first-person perspective photograph shows a person relaxing on a grey fabric sofa with their legs extended. A small, light-tan scruffy-haired dog rests its head on the person's left knee. The dog wears a blue and green patterned collar with a small black device attached. A partially chewed rawhide bone sits on the cushion between the person's legs. The person is wearing grey shorts, and a small paw print tattoo is visible on their left thigh. In the background, a warm floor lamp illuminates a modern living room featuring a wooden sideboard, a striped pillow, and a television.

Ok we good

Oh no the train got home before I did. Which resulted in me getting lost walking in our neighborhood.

This is the express train. Next stop, zoooooooooootsville

Indeed - I've got another onion that I'm going to add in to the brine shortly!

A vertical, eye-level close-up shows a wide-mouth glass Mason jar filled with bright pink pickled red onions, sitting on a refrigerator shelf. The jar is topped with a silver metal lid and is about two-thirds full of a deep magenta brine. Several dark peppercorns are visible floating among the thin, translucent onion slices. To the right, a portion of a white plastic container with a red and black nutrition label is visible. In the blurred background, another jar with a green lid sits further back on the shelf. The lighting is bright, coming from the internal refrigerator light, creating reflections on the glass surfaces.

I made a big batch of pickled onions last weekend and have been enjoying them with almost every meal this week. Highly recommend.

It shocks me how many businesses still don’t seem to get that Trump’s cultural revolution did not actually happen

Demi Lovato Let You Go still slaps

Coach at my gym says I've graduated from remedial flexibility sessions, and I have normal range of motion in movements. It's been 18 months of hard work!

But did you find your other sock yet?

We Need Fewer Influencers and More Bullshit E-mail Jobs We need Directors of Manual Automation Sales Development who roll up their sleeves and type one singular e-mail every day in which they pass off their work to a different department.

this but unironically www.newyorker.com/humor/shouts...

gay guys LOVE songs

A cassette of Robyn is here standing on the case of a cd of spice world

Tired: streaming Sexistential

Wired: rewinding Robyn is Here

My Sony TV booted up to the Google TV interface by default after a software update and a fucking Target video ad started playing under the menu. Couldn't switch inputs to the Apple TV fast enough.