Tasha is giving me ideas.

I was asked to reflect upon joining a sorority today. Instead, I wrote about tacos and the impermanence of life.

I think I have the same disease my father does, which means I make failed attempts at being clever. Sometimes I wish I didn't do that, that I could write without either being snarky or melodramatic.

Google Chrome says "snarky" is not a word.

Fuck you, Google Chrome.