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I’ve been using the same $10 Mr. Coffee coffee maker for about seven years. I’ve always bought the 200-count pack of coffee filters. There was a day where I found a bug drowned in the water reservoir, I had no way of telling how many pots of coffee I’d brewing with bug water.

Here’s to another seven years, right?


The screens. The screens, man. They’re everywhere all the time and it’s driving me mad.

Distractions, for good or for bad, I don’t really think there’s a difference there anymore. I’m tired of “the next show.” Does there always need to be something?

Are we ever really paying attention anymore? I’m trying to, I’ll admit it’s extremely difficult.


Please for the love of god go stand over a hot stove and make a decent meal.

Say hello to your neighbors. Go stand outside for a full nine minutes at the very least.

Ask your friends if they’re okay.

It’s January 25th and it’s never been more clear that we’re all short-tempered, angry, and scared. There are a few select fucking people to blame for that, no doubt. Remember that you’re allowed to forgive people, that’s not weak, that actually takes some real strength.

Want to be strong? Have a heart.

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