Slutty brownie cups, hentai porn, and millennials are trying to kill me

So, I feel amazing. As I learned from a friend of Strong Jawline (my provider of intercourse for the last nine months), the second trimester is sometimes known as the “party-mester.” That’s mostly because of the pregnancy sex. But we’re still not living together, so Strong Jawline is not always available. So there’s internet porn. But I can’t watch…

Loquat compote and death by millennial song lyrics

Over Memorial Day weekend I drove to a barbecue and on the way listened to Spotify’s “Discover” playlist they made for me. Generally this involves me skipping through most of the fucking garbage they try to feed me, but often I save one, sometimes two, songs to my “Brand-New Faves” playlist. First, this mellowish song with potential transitioned into…