The problem with choosing a color is that of course it’s not websafe. I’m not concerned with my readers, of course– it’s legible and even if it weren’t it’s not like I’m really writing for anyone but me me me.
No, it’s that on my monitor at home, and on my monitor at work, they don’t look the same, and I keep changing my mind anyway, and I end up futzing with them on Friday nights instead of going out.
Well, Solo Boxeo is on Univision now, so I’m gonna make some canned soup and watch violent sports while my girlfriend’s out sipping wine with her lady friends. I was supposed to be at a party but I can’t get the energy together to get off the fucking couch.
“I wake up feeling fragile; it’s nothing the TV couldn’t cure, or lying here for my whole life.”
Fucking Carthage. I feel like I’ve been pillaged. We’ll salt their fields yet.
Secretly Ironic 