Never in my life did I think that one day I would be charging a cigarette in a USB port. Just never occurred to me in the past while imagining future everyday gadgets.
Never in my life did I think that one day I would be charging a cigarette in a USB port. Just never occurred to me in the past while imagining future everyday gadgets.
I did it all.
Ever notice how you can have a wonderful, fantastic thing. It truly is splendid. It's just that it's missing one feature you wish it had, that it could have, and that lack threatens to dominate your view of it. It's no less wonderful--it's fucking maw-veh-luss.
But.
Try as you might to put it from your mind, that one small criticism keeps poking your awareness.
Like a mouth lined with perfect specimens of dentition: no cavities, no crowding, straight, even, pearly and sharp, good mandible alignment--but missing a tooth.
Now that I've worked out how to express that mental image, my brain reminds of the phrase "fly in the ointment." Nice work brain. Thanks for killing the moment.
Hey, the brain's on a roll.
Why are exotic dancers always people? I mean, people dance all the time. There's nothing exotic about a dancing person at all.
Insanity is getting worse these days. But what does it matter, it's always bullshit.
I thought it was taboo. It should be. It ruins beer. Source: experience.
I bought beer off the shelf earlier in the supermarket and I got home and I wanted cold beer 'cos it was warm and I had ice and everything but I couldn't bring myself to do it. I didn't have much ice but I played with the idea of putting the ice in a bag and putting the bag in the beer but then I thought fuck it and opened the red wine instead.
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