Category 15 Minutes
In which I formally enter onto the historical record the vaguest proof possible that I exist outside this text and your mom’s most cherished memories.
Listen to his music if you must, but his recent advice column musings are the stuff that high school newspaper editors toss out for being naive.
Dear Millennials, Cat Person is exactly the type of shit that will continue to make the world not pay any attention to you, whatsoever. I mean, you’ve got 11 minutes left of your 15 here. Please do not mistake this temporary fixation on one of your authors making bank to mean that the world is […]