If I reply to stinkbutt right winger who posted something bigoted and stupid. I feel my heart rate immediately rise. I know it's not really worth the stress, but sometimes I just can't stand to let the hate and ignorance be unchallenged. Right?

Husband and kid are doing a logic puzzle escape room type game that I gave up on about 5 minutes in.

Somebody name their cat Bronco Henry.

Sometimes, quite randomly, this song decides it needs to play in a loop in my brain.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=twYo-6qOML4

In dentist office today I heard Jim Croce's Operator and it reminded me of the time I was dating this terrible guy (I was 19) and while driving he asked if he could sing that song to me. Wanted to hear the sound of his own voice. I don't know why I didn't break if off right then.

Asked my husband what Paul Schrader's new film is about and he said "it's about a loner guy who keeps a journal."

Allergies are bad. The wind keeps blowing like crazy. I'm pissed at you, wind.

My dad and sister are visiting and I think we spent like 6 hours yesterday marathoning Survivor. It's in the blood, I guess.

One can have a love/hate relationship with Skittles real freaking fast.