You borrow my brain for 5 seconds, and just be like "Dude, can't handle it, unplug this bastard", because it fires in a way that is, I don't know, maybe not from this particular terrestrial realm.
Monologue: I’M COMIC SANS, ASSHOLE.
People love me. Why? Because I’m fun. I’m the life of the party. I bring levity to any situation. Need to soften the blow of a harsh message about restroom etiquette? SLAM. There I am. Need to spice up the directions to your graduation party? WHAM. There again. Need to convey your fun-loving, approachable nature on your business’ website? SMACK. Like daffodils in motherfucking spring.
http://www.mcsweeneys.net/articles/im-comic-sans-asshole
via Aniruddha Mandke
QATD.2
Three o'clock is always too late or too early for anything you want to do.
QATD.1
If you wake up and you're not in pain, you know you're dead.
- Russian proverb
One more time
Yet another attempt at the chronicling.
Yes. Awkward.