All yall who heard Jeff Buckley’s Hallelujah last night instead of Rufus Wainwright clearly weren’t liberal arts college students with Big Feelings in the early 2000s. Know your hallelujah versions smh.
Spent several minutes just rage-scrolling through the tweets of a person who continually pisses me off. It’s all fine.
You could make one hell of a sitcom if you just did 30 Rock at NPR HQ.
That thing where you put down a book you’re not enjoying? Haven’t learned it yet. Someone teach me.
What’s the phrase for Sunday Sads except it’s the entire month before the election. Asking for a friend.
I was today years old when I realized the name “Harley Quinn” is a play on “harlequin.” Shut up.
Because my brain is diseased, I have spent a not insignificant amount of time thinking about which peloton instructors are voting for whom. (No I will not share but I have THOUGHTFUL REASONS for all of them.)
🚨🚨🚨 In Bartiromo interview this AM, Trump called the “radical left” the “enemy from within” and cited Adam Schiff as an example. Also said of these enemies, “I think it should be very easily handled by, if necessary, by the national guard or if really necessary, by the military.”
[to the tune of “camptown ladies”] Tax cuts don’t pay for themselves! Doo dah, doo dah. Tax cuts don’t pay for themselves! Ohhhh the doo dah day. HEY.