There are two kinds of people: those who will, and those who will not, use their mouths to temporarily hold their keys.
OK, I get it now. It’s called “X” because it is the social service you used to be on, the one with the annoying laugh, the one that was always rude to the staff, remember—the one you broke up with? Wow, how did that happen, huh?
It’s just dawning on me that the Little League World Series is actually a world series, while the Major League World Series is only a north american affair. Strange.
Dinner Ride
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Is it just me or is Siri having a crisis of confidence? She seems to be more scattered and worthless than usual these last weeks.
Park MGM - Bliss Dance
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I re-read this almost every year. I don’t know if it helps.
Graduated this year? Congrats!
So, next obvious question: Is your muffin buttered?
When the machine gets something right, like when my music service suggested this percussion parkour, I am both happy and predictably fawning in the comment thread running as a background process in my head, “Wow, how great that my service provider thought I would like this—and I do! Nifty. I love my corporate choices!” Lots of exclamation points in the comment thread.
When they get it wrong, however, I blame myself.
This last round of “new music we thought you might like” did not intersect with my audio desire much at all. I reflect on this as I hit ⏩ again: ”This is what you think I like based on what I listen to?!?! My taste in music must suck…” I lambast my poor choices, instead of the category engines outputs, whenever reality doesn’t match up with the sci-fi version I expect life to already be. I want to believe.
I’m having a great time…as far as I can tell.