|...I said to myself as I downed a slice of pizza|
1. I saw this article the other day, and while I VEHEMENTLY DISAGREE with him that lists are ruining the world (I'm a millennial and lists are my blood type), I completely agree with the general premise that people have no attention spans, and that we need to read and write worthwhile things and not subsist entirely off Buzzfeed lists. But lately I've having writer's block and sometimes lists are all I can handle, and I'm fine with it.
2. Yesterday was terrible. It started the way all terrible Tuesdays start: I woke up. What I mean by that is the second I woke up I instantly felt off. I tried with all my might to change my attitude, but by 7 am I was having a full blown meltdown on the bathroom floor. I had another mini-meltdown at 11 am after work chaos hit a boiling point. I stress-ate Starbust, got some stuck in my teeth, and tasted Yellow #5 all day long. I broke the new printer at work. Well I didn't break it. It's not my fault. But it might've been because of me. My free burrito was terrible. The temperature plunged. My coworker's car reeked of dirty diapers and I am still gagging and will for eternity. I embarrassed myself multiple times. And so on and so forth. I'm done now; I just needed to tell someone about it.
3a. I have strongly disliked Mumford & Sons for years (in other controversial news, I am also not impressed with Jennifer Lawrence). I've wanted nothing to do with them since I first heard their music. I don't know why; their music just annoyed me, which is strange considering I've been on the Avett Brother's train since 2008. But then The Cave came on while I was driving to work the other day, and in a move of bravery, I didn't change it. And dang, that song is good. So today I gave them one more try, and I heard them with brand new ears. I am officially hooked. Those lyrics, man. DAT BANJO. It's healing. Yes I am centuries behind, but it usually takes me awhile to come around to these things. So I guess something good came out of Tuesday.
3b. Speaking of coming around to things. I have hated
4. There is a gaggle of men at work who have been comparing and contrasting minivans all week. There are brochures and charts and color swatches and everything. They are BEYOND excited to buy a minivan and are trying to get their wives on board. It might be the funniest thing I've ever witnessed. Never did I think I would see men excited over a minivan. I, however, will not ever be buying one. If I have that many kids, I'm buying a VW Bus.