Fitbits are just like Tamagotchis, except the stupid little creature you have to keep alive is yourself.
Me, imagining a scene in my head: beautiful poetic prose that gracefully and artfully describes the scene in vivid detail, giving the reader concise imagery and beautiful wordplay to ruminate on.
Me, actually writing: The angry man throwed his chair through the window angrily and bigly. “I’m angry and pissed off.” He said because he was mad.
as a native born californian i would like to formally apologize to all people who learn english as a second language and have to deal with californians going “oh, no, yeah–” as a way of saying “i completely agree with what you’re saying and here’s why–”