Just a Wednesday Warmup

Sooooooo I'm seeing my ex today, so that's kinda scary.

In other news, I have discovered these things called "refreshers" at Starbucks. That's the hyper-caffeinated coffee that doesn't taste like coffee. I'm pretty sure caffeine affects me, but I can never quite tell how. Some people are adamant about needing their coffee as if they know the difference it makes. Maybe I'm just always tired, and bursts of energy are merely unexpected surprises, so I can never really tell if it's caffeine or not.

Whatevs.

Speaking of short hair, it seems to have a lot of indications...

But don't get me started.

Drama. Drama drama drama. My dad recently said, "You may win an argument and lose a friend." First of all, there have been no arguments; that's half my problem with the anonymous individual: one person talking incessantly does not count as an argument. Secondly, if that's the way "arguments" are always going to turn out, then the anonymous individual isn't a friend. I thought. I thought. I thought.

I don't need no drama—and I'm using the Spanish additive instead of the American multiplicative.

In English, when we use a double negative, it means no times no, which means yes. In other words, each negative switches it back and forth.

In Spanish, however, they add negatives. It's like a super-no. I don't never want no broccoli on my pizza never.

All this to say that I don't need no kinda never drama nowhere no. No.

Also, gentlemen, the backwards hat is older than your grandpa. It looked douchey back then; it looks douchey now. You've had plenty of decades to figure this out.

On that note, it's time to Werbel.