I’ve been doing some extensive research here at The Morning Laboratory recently (I sat at a bar for about 20 minutes and hammered down a drink) and have come to a very profound conclusion: All girls love skee ball.
And other dumb things.
I’ve been doing some extensive research here at The Morning Laboratory recently (I sat at a bar for about 20 minutes and hammered down a drink) and have come to a very profound conclusion: All girls love skee ball.
And other dumb things.
I was recently prompted to put some of my life goals in writing. Truth be told, I thought I’d hate doing it. That kind of thing gets me all stressed out and overly analytical and makes me scared I’ll never make anything of my life and will die a lonely death underneath a pile of newspapers and cats and credit card debt.
For most of you reading, you’re probably going to have to read the title of this post twice to believe it. To clarify: it’s true. I tried Crossfit. And I didn’t die. I didn’t even cry. Very much.
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