Okay, yeah, your kid seems to be some kinda demon mummy, and it's super gross and weird, but can we talk about the scorpion infestation in your walls?!
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Okay, yeah, your kid seems to be some kinda demon mummy, and it's super gross and weird, but can we talk about the scorpion infestation in your walls?!
Thinking of Jimothy. Hope he's okay.
Is anyone else still dreaming of the mall? I'm curious if the same number of people are still going back. Also, is anyone else dreaming of a flea market? It would be very interesting if the same number of people who go to the dream mall also visit a dream flea market. What's in yours if so?
Dealing with a UTI while being out and about today, which meant frequently stopping in public restrooms. Became convinced that Saw is just a metaphor for having to hunker down and just fucking deal with using a horrifying public restroom.
Ya know what? Movies and TV can go back to the chaste days of the 60s, fading to the next scene as two characters fall into bed and then by the end of the transition it's just them in bed together, the sinful act complete. We can go back to this, BUT ONLY if we also go back to never having to see people on the toilet or viewing the vomiting or, worse, hearing the vomiting ever again. The character will just delicately excuse themselves and barf quietly, the hurling implied, or they'll put a velvet gloved hand to their lips to stop the unpleasant act.
Shoutout to all my fellow perimenopausal people out there experiencing summer who also aren't sure whether you're having hot flashes or if the goddamned AC is broken again.
Thinking of the time some random guy told me I wasn't actually blonde because blonde hair isn't real. He wanted to know if I dyed it. I said yeah, because it's graying. He's like there you go, you don't have real blonde, it comes from a box. And it hits me that maybe I'M the idiot because I'm trying to justify my hair to a blonde truther on the internet.
Do they just plant these people randomly to attack women over the stupidest shit or are they being fr about their nonsense?
Okay guys, I'm glad you're happy, but maybe stop having ceremonies because I've given you 20 corn dogs and start doing some kind of research about why ALL of you keep randomly becoming unable to move while you're walking around and I have to keep sending friends, neighbors, and potential romantic interests to help you. Is it something about the air? Is it because I made some of your food out of paint? It's the paint cake, isn't it?
Controversial statement here: I actually like Code Vein 2. I'm really enjoying it. Putting it all out there, though, I liked the first one a lot and enjoyed the hell out of getting to play souls like barbies. As an adult, I don't get a lot of opportunities to play dolls within my violent hack n slash video games, so when a game presents me an opportunity to combine killing terrible horrors that once brave people have become AND dress up? Yes.
Today was nail trimming day for the kitties. My most anxious boy has to be swaddled in a blanket so he doesn't fight me like a 42 year old heavyweight boxer and hurt me and himself. Between every paw though, he'll just start rotating in the blanket and I can't help but wonder what it would be like if someone went to get their nails done, told the tech what style and colors they would like, and then halfway through, they just started rotating like a rotisserie chicken.
I want to play a game. Before you is a round of jello shots. You have to finish *all* of them before competing in a game of Wizard Staff. Then, *another* round of jello shots. But remember, you are 40 and have to wake up at 7 am tomorrow morning. You're going with your family to Disneyland. Good luck.
Want a new springtime purse.
Am also goth.
Don't want cream and yellow.
But want spring.
Is there a purse with a cute bunny smoking cloves?
One minute, I'm looking up how to run a goat ranch. The next I'm seeing a meme in which the pile of molding yams that holds power in the US is called a goat fucker. Cookies are fucking weird.
Too many people on a "stop sexualizing __" kick. It's basically stop sexualizing sex atp. Gonna counterbalance. Not because I feel like things that shouldn't be sexualized need to be, but just because balance is important to keep everything in equilibrium. Stop de-sexualizing cake. Frosted, fluffy, sometimes even full of cream? Oh yeah. That's horny.
Sometimes, I will celebrate knowing the correct answer to something as though I somehow divined it from the aether with my ever expanding psychic power. And then it will dawn on me that I did, in fact, learn that thing and the true victory was the ability to pull the knowledge rather than it not being there at all because, ya know, brain files get lost when your mind palace is a swamp. Gators aren't good secretaries. But they are my frens, don't hurt their feelings.