If you are unfamiliar with the sharp rise and steep decline of angry American rap/rock of the late 90s/early 00s, I simultaneously am in awe of, and feel sorry for, you. It was a weird time: people dressed in velour tracksuits, bright pink newsboy caps, and a lot of denim, and also the word "terrorism"… Continue reading What's Fred Durst Up To These Days?
I talked about the freedom of being phone-less recently, and since I've replaced my sad cracked-screen with a much more expensive but narrowly different model, I've been trying to limit my use of it. I could do better (damn you, Hogwarts Mystery!), and admittedly it hurts to drop a few hundred dollars on something just… Continue reading The Need To Be Liked
Some people have really strong feelings about things that they really shouldn't. Like, some people HATE pumpkin spice as if pumpkin spice personally hurt them. Like pumpkin spice broke up with them via text message. Like pumpkin spice punched their mom in the face. Like pumpkin spice used the key they gave it "for emergencies… Continue reading Also I Hate The Word “Fleek”