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Ahhhh Quarterlife. This is a new show about:

a group of twentysomethings coming of age in the digital generation

you know, like WarGames.

Why do we blog? We blog to exist.

Descartes would shit himself over this revelation.

It moves you to destroy peoples' lives? That's what moves you?

More to see them destroyed. I don't really need to feel responsible for it. I just want to witness it. You know, schadenfreude and all that. That is why, if this show had better dialogue, I would watch it.

what I did this weekend

Watched a Midsummer Night’s Dream outside
Sweated
Went up to New Hampshire, was sunburned
Skinnydipped with a girl who had rejected me twenty minutes prior
Drank Bourbon
Broke into a school, was scared off by a baby raccoon. It purred at me.
Bicycled in the hot dark
Broke into an abandoned house. Was scared off by a homeless person. He was sleeping.
Attempted break-in to a newly constructed house. Locked.
Watched Million Dollar baby. I tried to hide my tears from my room mate, Branson.

you should. . .go out for frozen custard

It felt like it was forty degrees out, maybe less, so when Gilberte and Miranda asked you to stand outside the frozen custard stand licking a glorified chink of ice, you initially declined. Then, you decided it would be preferable to work, so you went along.
You ordered a vanilla cone. You always do. You like how the simplicity of the vanilla bean’s flavor allows you to concentrate on the gentle egg tast of custard and the sweet cream texture. On hot days, you find this all quite refreshing. Today, it is agonizing. You wish that you had worn a jacket, hat, gloves, a scarf, and you wait for Gilberte and Miranda to finish their unnecessarily complex orders as you take enormous bites out of your custard pile.

You feel conflicted. The big bites make your whole face cold, but smaller bites would make you cold for longer. You go big.

You’ve eaten your cone by the time the girls have paid. You clutch your head and shiver as you all walk back to the office. Good decision, champ.