If I ever say that something has a certain “umami flavor”, 9 times out of 10 it just means that I think it’s disgusting.
I have memorized almost none of my friends’ birthdays.
I know that my new Hokas are meant for running, but I wore them to McDonald’s today and bought an impressive amount of food.
I don’t know who I’m supposed to be rooting for in the upcoming Russia vs. Ukraine quarrel.
I tear up when I hear stadiums of people singing songs in unison.
I might want to rebrand myself as a ring guy but I’m afraid of the backlash.
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