In Soviet Russia, Mothership posts you.

I'm now up to seven cans, and I think I ought to switch to water.

Even though I know what I'm about to get in the comments field, I still feel the need to state firmly that there is pretty much no reason, ever, to use more than one exclamation point in a sentence.

Coworkers are generally a loud, chatty group, but I swear they are twice as talky on Fridays.

I don't like Fridays very much because everyone is so much louder and chattier than normal.

So it appears that Hatchback gave birth to eight kittens at some point last night.

I am buying a used laptop off a friend and this makes me a happy Ara.

We had a late, mild winter followed by what seems to be a nice, early spring.

I have a lot of stressful shit to get done, which is probably why I've been having stressful dreams.

The local news had a story of a high school senior that passed away quite quickly of pneumonia due to the flu, and now I'm paranoid as hell.