Build that Wall and Build it Strong

I've always had an affinity for slow, sad, romantic songs. Music to chill to. If I were a musician, it is the type of music I would make.

Some days, I'm an accidental vegetarian. I like meat, and I'll eat it without remorse. There are days, though, when I will happily eat mushrooms prepared in nine different ways. Or all of the sugar snap peas, ever, followed by a pint or two of blueberries. Don't ever, ever let me loose in a blueberry patch, or I will devour that crop single-handedly, like a goddamn locust.

I've been feeling increasingly unfulfilled, as of late. This worries me. I've always worried too much about everything; a trait I picked up from my mother. Now I'm worrying about worrying too much.

Every single bag of popcorn I've made for the last couple of months has scolded me not to use the "popcorn" button on my microwave. I feel like someone, somewhere just dropped the ball on microwave/popcorn industry relations and just walked the fuck out on that job. Apparently, Mr. Redenbacher's HR team never quite got around to refilling that position. Let's get on that, guys.

Fuck, I want need a new tattoo. REAL BAD.