as much as i love rice, i HATE cooking it. throw a grain into a pot of boiling water, wait, fish it out. throw in another, wait, fish it out. i’m still cooking friday night’s fucking dinner. sorry for the language but i am so over this

well, this was rude, and i’m not sure where it came from, but i can’t help but think of another time someone was rude to me for reasons i couldn’t explain. this is a story i’ve wanted to tell for some time. in a sense, i suppose it is about sports.

hey what’s up everybody. i’m jon