I was starting to get this uncomfortable overdrafty anxiety type feeling. So, I quickly signed into my bank account and transferred most of my savings to my checking, and yup. No more than an hour later is when it happened... Both Hulu and Netflix hit.
That shit was weird.
My bucket list is just a bunch of fucking projects I overheard people saying were on Pinterest, as well as some of the shit I keep forgetting to get at the store.
Oh, yeah and to finally reach Enlightenment.
Does everybody else really know the back of their hands as well as the old saying claims they do?
Because I really don't think I could draw the back of my hands from memory while wearing mittens, accurately.
What if shit like the Egyptian Pyramids were just mass produced in some huge ass space factory, and we're just some aliens creatures forgotten Play-set?
Have you ever just look at someone and thought, 'Man, I bet this deflecting ass mother fucker has seven dogs just so they can kick a different dog every day of the week.'?
So, I put this sticker on a little pocket mirror I carry with me, because I thought the double meaning was funny. But apparently, according to everybody else, it is not in fact "Funny," It is "Dark and creepy, and eerie and what the fuck is wrong with you, Crystal?"
So, I just Googled
“What does Outer Space smell like?”
And I guess Astronauts have consistently described it on their Spacesuits as an acrid meaty-metallic odor, like seared steaks, infused with hot metal fumes.
And not one of them was like, “Oh shit, that’s burning Aliens.”