Sometimes something will seem really funny at first, and then profoundly sad.
“The Green Burial Council reports that each year the United States buries enough embalming fluid to fill 8 Olympic-size swimming pools, enough steel in caskets to rebuild the Golden Gate Bridge, and enough reinforced concrete to build a 2-lane highway from New York to Detroit.”
I’m very hungover and I have to go to a funeral.
I just watched two starlings wildly copulating in a busy intersection.
I feel like the bat in Aesop’s fable. The best thing I can do is to keep my mouth shut. I’m always re-learning that lesson.
There is a difference between “I’m in a bad mood” and “I just woke up”. And there is no surer way to put me in a bad mood than to tell me that I am in one.
Done playing second fiddle. You always get mixed out, so there’s no point.