Your post reminds of an expression I read semi-recently: the internet was somewhere we used to visit and then leave; now it follows us wherever we go.

There are so many reasons I wouldn’t be a good assassin. First of all, I can’t drive or parallel park. Also, I have a really expressive face.

Sometimes he holds my hand, looks at my tenderly, & says, “This is it, huh?” Yes baby, it is.

Oh sorry I meant actually sewing the thing