Quality Assurance

Well. It’s official. That thing I do where approximately once every two years I re-read blog archives, think the things I wrote were funny and then go “why aren’t I funny anymore I’m obviously a terrible writer and am becoming STUPIDER the older I get!”? IT’S ALL IN MY HEAD! I KNEW IT!

I was just re-reading some of those old entries. And in 2009, in the very same entry in which I am complaining about how obviously the quality of my writing is dwindling and I’m no longer funny, I refer to birth control as “starts with B and rhymes with Earth Control” and YOU GUYS.

Okay, but actually, that is probably funny to nobody but me. So.

Carry on.