having a martini with jalapeno-stuffed olives, catching up on podcasts, rearranging the contents of my kitchen. turns out a guy who no longer works at my company still has a W subscription delivered there, so the office manager assumed (correctly) that i might want them. i’ll probably curl up on my fabulous couch later and read the january edition while listening to this jangly old country playlist i found on spotify. going home for the holidays was really fantastic, but i love not having any plans and getting to hang out with myself. i’m one of the coolest people i know.
live to 2045 so that i can experience the singularity firsthand. we will merge with the machines.
i’m pretty sure this isn’t about me… i don’t really care about KISS