Tonight's commute can fuck aaaaaaall the way off, and then when it gets there it can eat an entire bag of rocks, sticks, rusty nails, and feces.

It's the saddest week of the year: putting away Christmas decorations. Tonight I'll spend one last night reading in the glow of the tree.

First platinum trophy ever. Masterpiece. #godofwarragnarok

The Christmas weekend forecast for Southern California is not what I was hoping for.