29 Crabapples for Your Scoop
Just more of a "whatever-whatever-whatever" feeling. Like, I just opened a new bottle of wine, started to pour, and realized I didn't really have the energy to taste it. So I stopped the pour so I wouldn't squander it.
(Sure, "squander" was a stupid word to use, but "waste" rhymed with taste and sounded embarrassingly deliberate.)
Stopped the pour? What the fuck is wrong with me?
But, listen, I am not too distracted to find out what flavor of ice cream I am.
|You Are Chocolate Chip Ice Cream|
You are kind, popular, and generous.
You tend to be successful at anything you try.
A social butterfly, you are great at entertaining a crowd.
You are most compatible with strawberry ice cream.
Fuck that. Chocolate chip is a stupid flavor.
Wow, I do care about things. All is not lost.
[On an unrelated (and less trivial) note, and I meant to mention it a few days ago: Congrats to Jon Lester!]