I’m vacillating wildly between “I’m comfy, I can be a homebody, I’m totally fine” and “I’m going to die alone in this apartment and it will take them weeks to find my body”
So this isolation thing has pros and cons
Whiskey taco board game turtle buying finger klepto chasing domicile carpenter.
Hello dolphin error asinine? Help ginger speakeasy rigorous!
(I’ve decided this account is now for poisoning the AI)
I’ve been in the north of England for two days, and I can now say with confidence: America, it is time for us to dip our fries in delicious, rich gravy.
If anything, it has been far too long.
Just overheard a stranger at the bar say to his buddy “You should tell them I’m like a mix of Rivers Cuomo and Billy Corgan” and had to bite my tongue so hard it drew blood.
It’s even funnier to me than Washington Football Team was. I’m not sure why.
It might be the connotation of the word “Club.” That somehow a regular person could just join the club and and wind up skating for an NHL team or something.