Posts tagged “Doritos Loaded

A New Blog Post For Riding The Washington Metro!

Two blog posts in a matter of weeks? What can I say, I have time. Today’s post is about a subject that’s near and dear to anyone’s heart who lives around the DC Metro area. No, not the State of the Union or why or Chinatown is only one block. I’m talking about our fine Metro system! I realize outsiders traveling to our fair city are likely puzzled by our unique system, so I thought I would help everyone out with a Beginner’s Guide. If you need to know how to tackle that escalator or curious as to why your cell phone doesn’t work in the tunnel, please check it out here! Feel free to send some feedback, share it around, etc. I write these for you. And my boredom. But mainly for my boredom.

While you’re at it, make sure to check out my other blog posts dedicated to the underlying depression found in terrible snack foods, why men fear feminists and the quality of Hulk Hogan cartoons. I promise you, I’m quite clever.

Also as a sidebar, I took the time to reformat each of these blog posts to make them easier to read. You’re nice enough to read this drivel, you don’t deserve eye strain on top of it. Right?

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A New Blog Post About My Discovery Of Doritos Loaded!

Hello all.

After more than 6 months of silence, I’m happy to say that I was finally able to get the time to write a new blog post. This is much lighter than my last one about #YesAllWomen (though considering how the world has been shaping for the past few months, don’t be shocked if another semi-serious one comes around). This isn’t about violence or sexism or racism. No, this jolly post is about despair. Specifically, it’s about the existential despair found in terrible snack foods.

The Dali Lama once said “Happiness is not something ready made. It comes from your own actions.” This is further proof that the Dali Lama has never eaten food from a 7-11. To read about my soul’s wrestling match with insulting snack flavors, click here!

Feel free to read, comment, share, what have you. And please, do enjoy my misery. If enough people enjoy it, maybe I’ll write about something else I put in my mouth. Also, if you haven’t before, make sure to read my posts about why men are so defensive about misogyny and a terrible wrestling cartoon from the 80’s. I promise you, they’re quite good.