Have you ever sat on your couch and just said the word February over and over until you feel like you can say it without embarrassing yourself in public?
I’m watching this Bill Murray documentary on Netflix and it just makes me want to be like Bill Murray. Be more concerned with being nice than being right.
Boromir lies dying in the woods after the fight with the Uruk-hai. Aragorn is by side.
Boromir: I would have followed you, my brother. My captain. My King.
Aragorn: Weird flex, but okay.
Boromir:
Aragorn:
Boromir: It do be like that sometimes. *dies*
When you’re watching parks and rec on Netflix with a cat on your lap and Netflix asks you if you’re still watching and you go to click yes but the remote is too far out of reach and you have to decide whether you’ll destroy your cat snuggle or not watch your show.
Just went back and listened to Wasteland Lovers from a few years ago. It’s weird what you think sounds good at different stages of life. Also, as embarrassing as it can be, I think it’s good to leave your older art available. It keeps you humble.
So I ran into a chicken this morning. No, like, I literally was running and a chicken popped out in front of me. North Oakland county is a weird place.