In my mostly latino neighborhood there are parties with live music and fireworks basically every weekend while the weather is nice enough and sometimes even when it's not.

The Saturday night silence for the last few weeks is the saddest sound I've never heard.

Fuck ICE.

One of the things that makes me the saddest is when you have a perfect, buttery croissant but they used a stinky old egg for the egg wash so the aftertaste is just farts. Use fresh eggs, Bennison's bakery!

at Raymers Cove.

The number of people who can't tell the difference between a store or event opening and its Grand Opening Ceremony is rather troubling.

Random AF thought OTD: I wish I had a billion dollars I could donate to the girl scouts on the condition they bring back Savannah Smiles forever.

Things that are randomly really difficult: needing to type the acronym "MCA" correctly in your new job after having to type "MCS" all the time for over a decade. My fingers just refuse.

It's a little horrifying how much my natural not-sign handwriting resembles their logo.

New work in progress, because we are being forced to retire The Rock.

Well, I guess it's here then, because this is the stupidest apocalypse possible, AND I still have to go to work and do laundry.