Wait, don’t answer that. I have a low enough opinion of the human race as it is.
Today, during a conversation with a friend, I discovered I suffer from partial OCD. I cannot help correcting
(a) poorly delivered punch lines,
(b) incorrect song lyrics,
(c) bad grammar.
It’s a wonder I have any friends at all, really.
May be I will go for a walk now. On the other hand, Masterchef Australia.
The day you quit your first job – particularly one that you know you will always love – should feel more momentous than this, man.