I had a cool "what is existence" conversation with some friends tonight and we perfectly ran the gamut of "not knowing what happens after we die is exciting!" to "not knowing what happens after we die is terrifying!" and I was sat right in the middle with "It doesn't matter what happens, just concentrate on living and we'll be fine."

Is "9 to 5" by Dolly Parton an anti-cap anthem?

I got one of those pimples that looks like it should be on the cover of a Goosebumps book.

If someone says to you "I don't watch TV," do you expect them to have watched shows on Netflix?

I have the weirdest impulse when I stay up all night procrastinating that I don't wanna charge all my devices even when they're dead, I guess to punish myself or something??? It's the strangest 21st century form of self-flagellation I've ever heard of.