The Young and the Rizzless.
you thought you ate. smh
You thought I was just snacking, but Iām out here feasting on lifeās buffet. Canāt blame a hungry soul for wanting seconds, am I right?
ChatGPT, do your thing(s):
Sure, hereās how that paragraph might sound if a teenager from the 1980s had said it:
āMan, Iām feeling totally old school thinking about the stuff I regret. Back in the day, I was totally radical, chasing the spotlight and showing off like there was no tomorrow. But seriously, looking back, I realize I was acting majorly bogus, making moves that were totally lame. I was ditching folks left and right, living on the edge, thinking I was all that. But no way, man, I was just over the top. Now Iām kinda wishing I could rewind, ditch those gnarly habits, and hang with some righteous dudes instead. Peeps and SpaghettiOs might still be cool, but those choices? Totally weak, no lie. If only I could rewind and cruise into a different scene, but hey, itās all part of the ride, right? Live and learn, they say, but sometimes I wish I could just hit reset and start fresh.ā
Absolutely, hereās that paragraph as if a teenager from the 1950s were saying it:
āMan, Iām feeling like an old timer thinking over the things I regret. Back in my heyday, I was really cutting a rug, grabbing the spotlight and showing off like there was no end in sight. But honestly, looking back, I see I was acting like a real square, making choices that were just plain goofy. I was giving everyone the cold shoulder, living it up on the edge, thinking I was the beeās knees. But no dice, pal, I was just playing it too cool. Now Iām wishing I could turn back the clock, shake those bad habits, and pal around with some true blue friends instead. Peeps and SpaghettiOs might still be nifty, but those choices? Just flat, no jive. If only I could turn back time and jazz up my life differently, but hey, itās all part of the story, right? Live and learn, they say, but sometimes I wish I could just press reset and start anew.ā
Certainly! Hereās how someone from the 1920s might express those same thoughts:
āMan, Iām feeling like an old-timer, waxing nostalgic about the things I regret. Back in my roaring days, I was really the catās pajamas, chasing the limelight and showing off like there was no tomorrow. But on the level, looking back, I realize I was acting all wet, making choices that were the berries in a bad way. I was giving folks the icy mitt, living life on the edge, thinking I was the big cheese. But no sir, I was just full of hot air. Now Iām keen on turning back the clock, ditching those rummy habits, and mixing with some real eggs instead. Peeps and SpaghettiOs might still be the beeās knees, but those choices? Just applesauce, no fooling. If only I could rewind and put on the Ritz in a different life, but hey, itās all part of the dance, right? Live and learn, they say, but sometimes I wish I could just hit reset and start fresh.ā
1776:
Verily, as I reflect upon bygone days, I am struck by the absence of certain modern indulgences, unknown to our colonial brethren. In those times of yore, the notion of āpeepsā and āspaghetti Oāsā would surely have been met with quizzical bemusement, for such fare did not grace our humble tables nor occupy our thoughts. Instead, we subsisted on simpler victuals, cultivated with toil and tendered with gratitude. Oh, how I yearn for the simplicity of those bygone days, untainted by the allure of novelty and excess. Would that I could return to an era unencumbered by the trappings of modernity, where the virtues of thrift and temperance held sway. Alas, such reverie is but a flight of fancy, for timeās inexorable march forbids us from revisiting the past. Thus, I am resigned to navigate the vicissitudes of the present, mindful of the lessons gleaned from a simpler age, yet ever hopeful for a brighter tomorrow.
Me: I want popcorn.
Also me: popcorn gives you a stomachache.
Me: (makes popcorn anyway)
Someone talk me out of making popcorn.
Go study.
I will not regret not doing that.
Kettle?
I made microwave popcorn. Cue up that stomachache.
plop plop fizz fizz oh what a relief it is?
Ugh.
another saturday of grad parties.
I regret having a lunch sized meal at each of the 6 events I attended yesterday. i still feel full!
Iām regretting that :mtdew:
I didnāt need that sugar/corn syrup
That second :mtdew:
The first one, too, for that matter.
Perhaps the third is the charm?
What have I got to lose?!?!?!?!?!
Well, a lot of sleep, for one, and another 170 calories for another.
If you havenāt posted in Wednesday weekly weigh in for a while you can drink lots of Mountain Dew between now and then, get really heavy, post your weight and then the second week lose weight and get lots of hearts