YOU: I hate the muppets bcuz of the Pig girl, she was disgusting, i hate her with my life, she doesnot leave the lizard alone
ME: Cool. Enjoy being wrong.

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YOU: I hate the muppets bcuz of the Pig girl, she was disgusting, i hate her with my life, she doesnot leave the lizard alone
ME: Cool. Enjoy being wrong.
me in a drab gray room in a 1980s comedy: televangelist
audience: riotous laughter
me in a drab gray room in a 1980s comedy: used car salesman
audience: riotous laughter
me in a drab gray room in a 1980s comedy: ambulance chaser
audience: riotous laughter
me in a drab gray room in a 1980s comedy: televangelist
“I can’t wrap my head around this newfangled emotion the kids are calling ‘pleasure.’” - the gently self-deprecating and totally off-the-wall intro to every video game article by a person over 30
It's here!!!!! The big list of EVERYTHING I care about!!!!!!
🔹 🔹 🔹MegaTen 🔹 🔹 ... Hmm...Looks like your bull shit problems didn't make the cut.
⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ I bought this femur to punish my children. It’s really haunted—the ghost will not leave them be! They’ve cleaned up their acts and turned their grades around. But sometimes that isn’t enough.
Longtime struggle with feelings of self-worth. Do you get jealous and wonder if you want to have someone or be them, then realize you only want to access intimacy the way they seem to? Is intimacy, elusive, the goal of most of what you do? Desire attaches itself to people and places that seem approximations of selves and lives you cannot articulate. You are daunted by the work of making them real. Logistic concerns are real, but finding what emotionally grounds you to deal with them is realer. You have probably always fought feelings of pain, fear, shame, failure, self-doubt. Soothing them can become your primary drive. The drive to self-soothe contains within it the motivation to self-sabotage. A disaster only pulls you back into a numbing, comforting coccoon. Shame at seeing this only makes changing harder. You can feel ashamed and afraid because seeing that you are ashamed and afraid is not enough to make those feelings dissipate. Repair and growth of confidence, self-worth, and skills is an ongoing process of self-forgiveness and self-accountability. It means ceasing to measure yourself against other people in your world, envisioning honestly what you want, and permitting yourself to take as long as it takes to step towards that desire when unchecked anxiety wants to tell you that you'll never get there and you can only hurt yourself trying.
There's been a lot of talk about celebrities today but let's not forget the celebrities of yesteryear, all of whom were ground into jars of meaty spaghetti.
here is how this should have gone down
a doctor, in 1997: hey, do you like this
*plays hit single "Wrong Way" by Sublime*
me: uh, no.
a doctor, in 1997: *writes hrt scrip*
Sometimes I feel like we’re living in those decadent final days from The Animatrix, before the rise of Agent Smith, The Merovingian, The Twins, and The Architect.
I was rescued at 12 from the CompuServe boards and trained up in the ways of courtly netiquette. I acknowledge few share this privilege, though I also care little.
There’s processing… ::creaky black and white footage of 1930s ballroom:: and then there’s Lesbian processing: ::QUEENS OF THE STONE AGE PERFORMING LIVE AT THE STAPLES CENTER::
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It is the fate of some artists to make work we dearly love until we sort out our gender shit and get healthier while they never sort out their gender shit and get sadder and annoyinger
😃: Hey! It’s good to see you. I feel like we haven’t talked in a while?
😐: You completely disappeared like five years ago.
😃: Yeah, that must be what I’m thinking of.