Some of the categories for the NYT Connections fills me with hatred and wrath. What do you mean “dog breeds with the first letter changed” i’ll kill you
Fury. Rage. Flames on the side of my face.
Recent ones that made me set my phone down and walk to the other side of my apartment
“homophones for places to park a ship” was one of the runner up entities for this post, it not only made me feel bad but also a little humiliated. ultimately I had to respect it for that. word puzzles are a passionate and sensual affair
particularly egregious



















