Talking to my wife about meal planning.
I let my college RA bring me along one weekend to a megachurch she attended. The pep rally vibe I can accept as just not my style of worship, but the order of service was short on scripture and long on homilies of questionable theology.
I really hate begged questions. You know the thing: "Why do Americans buy groceries at Walmart?" The premise is wrong, and needs to be corrected to get an accurate and representative answer. "Most Americans buy groceries at dedicated grocery stores. I never shop at Walmart at all."
Or: "Who's your favorite character in Final Fantasy 7?" "I don't have one, I tried FF7 but couldn't get into it." followed by OP saying some bullshit like "Then I wasn't asking you."
A clear sign someone's looking for confirmation, not understanding.
I tripped over a cut-down street sign and smashed into the concrete, scraping my knuckles and brushing my nose and elbows.
Poorly. We basically didn't have a winter here in Chicago and the summer has been marked by severe storms.
Am waitress, can confirm.
Butterfly brand fujian tea. $5 for a hundred teabags at the Asian supermarket.
They don't, but since liberalism is the default supporters of liberalism don't feel the need to be vocal about it; whereas those bucking the status quo, both progressives and regressives, feel the need to make their perspectives heard.
We were the only two people at a concert that weren't part of the local arts scene, and this the only two who didn't know anybody. I saw her alone and started talking to her. I was just trying to bum a cigarette, but she had other ideas.
It's been all Minecraft.
My favorite book is Galactic Pot-Healer by Philip K Dick. Objectively, it's not even his best book, but it's the one I personally connect with most strongly. It's lovely and heartbreaking and funny and very quotable.