Oh good, it's #SpotifyWrapped time. The time of year I get to feel supremely unhip as I say, "who the heck is that?" about all the artists my friends have listened to all year.
I went to Sonic for some nostaglic road trip brekkie and asked if cream was standard in their iced coffee and they said there's ICE CREAM in it. What is wrong with Americans?! I am shook.
I was ready to be quite offended if Lauren Graham and Emilio Estevez had a romantic storyline in the new Mighty Ducks show. Turns out they are much closer in age than I thought. As you were.
Two old ladies yelled at me today - on different outings, about different things. I mostly ignored them in the moments but I'm ready now. I've since come up with some really great clap backs.
I finally watched Hamilton and I will only be talking about this for the next three weeks. Not taking questions at this time unless, of course, they’re about Hamilton and fucking (the adjective, not the verb) @Lin_Manuel.
@everywhereist First of all I was today years old when I learned that Sinéad O'Connor's Nothing Compares 2 U is not the original, so I guess that. BUT I came here to say Calum Scott's cover of Dancing on My Own. It has all the feels I need. https://t.co/ldhS6g1X6j
Not sure if my neighbor gave me flowers for dealing with the noise of her moving out, which she said was the reason, or because the floor between us is thin and she's heard me listening to folklore on repeat.