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Ugh, ate peanut butter with a spoon and then double chocolate Newman-O’s and now I have Reese’s burps. It’s hard being a freelance writer.
So, whoever’s next gets $1.2 billion, right? That’s how this works?
Something in the kitchen this morning smells like Danish pastries. Yet we have no Danish pastries. I am inconsolable. The darkness comes.
Sorry, was that bitter? I meant to just hand Google all my medical records.
Being very rich and heading one of the most powerful technology companies in the world is not enough, Larry Page needs his own laws, too.
I like how OS X’s autocorrect wants to turn “devs” into “debs”, turning developers into debutants.
“Coffee with Tim Cook.” Or, as Tim Cook calls it, “Coffee with some random douche bag.”
My wife also bravely had a double mastectomy and sleeps with someone as good looking as Brad Pitt (it’s the dog). http://www.nytimes.com/2013/05/14/opinion/my-medical-choice.html?smid=tw-share&_r=0 …
The first-grader I just saw walking out of school saying “Hell, no. Hell, no. Hell, no.” is my spirit animal.
Hmm, I’ve got a lot of stuff to do this afternoon. I think I’ll stuff my stupid face full of Indian food and zzzzzzzzzzzz