...spoiler alert, it's not that he isn't into you, he's just not ready

On paper, I was primarily there for an education first and foremost. But we all know that isn't true... So what did I learn from it all?

Just then, a car exploded. People flocked to the window to see and sure enough, someone's car had been obliterated.

I can't address this topic without first confessing my love for Brave Little Toaster...

I've lived through FOUR different decades, two different centuries and two different millennia... and I'm not even 26...

I'm here today to tell you all about the weird shit I'm into, and also what I'm not into but watch anyway.

Does any of it need to be the end-all-be-all of your life? Is it always really that serious? I don't think it needs to be.

Okay, so "Survivor's Guilt" isn't really the term I should use for my predicament, but it's the only one that seems fitting.