I can feel the sound of those pants in my fingernails.

"Ah. I see by the expression on your face that you are confused by my statement. Perhaps you doubt its veracity, but let me assure you, I speak not a word of English."

"You see, everything that I am saying to you I have learned to speak phonetically. As to the meanings of the individual words or the percumbant rules of syntax, I haven't a clue."

Throw me in the garbage where I belong.

I 3D printed something like this and love it. Made my 8 or so keys + fob super slim.

I've more or less forced myself to become obsessed with organization. The problem is, there's perfect or chaos and no in between.

I either have a custom made storage solution, note keeping, etc. Or I have the pile.

Fairly often you'll see deer in and around Cleveland. So if you're into wildlife, public transport, and the infinite depression of urban collapse...

Often repeated, but never much nuance or substance.

What about those of us who are obsessively on time? Nobody else is on time however, and it makes me want to beat my head into the wall.