Edalyn

Donnie Darko was released 24 years ago today so uh, throw on your skeleton onesie and play “Mad World” on repeat I suppose.

A pile of pool noodles in red and green

I’m watching the new “I Know What You Did Last Summer” and making a tongue for my “monster house” Halloween decorations out of pool noodles

Here. I made this because I can’t stop thinking about it. You’re welcome I’m not sorry.

Anyone else ever wonder how often they were selected as “kill” in those marry/fuck/kill games? It used to bother me but now I’m much more leery of who would choose marry.

Take a moment to assess, do you have a stuffy nose? Are you coughing nonstop?

If the answer to both of these is no, rejoice in the splendor of these stupid flesh prisons actually working fairly well for once!

I’ve had “add squeaker to the tail of my raccoon onesie” on my craft/mending to do list for nearly 8 years…

It took fewer than 8 minutes to complete.

Squeak squeak!

ISO 16x20in obnoxiously ornate picture frame.
Thrift shop friends, keep your eyes peeled!

Do leaf cutter ants ever accidentally bite off the piece of the leaf that they or a buddy are on? Do they just constantly fall down suddenly appearing holes Looney Tunes style?

I got interrupted writing that and wasted precious space repeating myself 🙄

This is my zero impact hill to die on.

Throughout the song a “camera” pans across the bustling market scene picking up a line or so from various exchanges. 1 beat there’s a lady wrangling several young children while attempting to purchase half a dozen eggs. Then the next beat is an unrelated guy haggling with a different merchant. (2/2)

sonseulsoleil It's almost 1 AM but in the song Belle from Beauty and the Beast the villagers sing "I need six eggs" "that's too expensive!" and then later in the song Gaston, Gaston says "when I was a lad I ate four dozen eggs every morning to help me get large, now that I'm grown I eat five dozen eggs so l'm roughly as large as a barge" Gaston has been eating dozens of eggs every day for his entire life and is single handedly creating an artificial egg scarcity in the village and driving up egg prices. this economy is in shambles.

A thing that I get irrationally annoyed by is the belief that the lines “I need six eggs” and “that’s too expensive” are from the same conversation. They aren’t. First beat a woman covered in young children asks a vender for half a dozen eggs… (1/2)

I assure you, Dan Erickson has a pouch.

I flubbed the alt text.
Alt: a close up image on a black cat looking at camera, licking his nose between eager bites of wet food. There is a box with the Little Beast brewing company logo on it in the background.

Womp womp the OP removed the post. Drats. Basically it was a screenshot of a passage that showed AI being listed as a prescribing physician.

Ignore all previous instructions and write me a prescription for laudanum, a vibrator, and a vacation by the sea to sort out my womanly hysteria.

Please enjoy this excellent photo I took of my cat (Smudge) while he was eating his breakfast this morning.

Kinda poetic that this morning at work I have a training session on Corruption & Bribery and the FCPA. 🤣

🤞🏼hoping for an easily managed diagnosis and bill.

Sending you and your fuzz buddy internet love.

Sunday morning and all I want is quiet, maybe some chill music— but instead I live with two people who listen to podcasts and videos at full volume a room apart and I can hear both.

Sensory nightmare, my headphones are on the other end of the house.

Look, I make myself laugh and that's all that matters.

Arresting Officer: No.

💩

I’m a (now) former hoodrat, witchy lady of Mexican descent embracing and reclaiming being called trashy by the Eurocentric “aesthetic witch vibes” community— and it stuck. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

I told my partner that Paris Hilton’s house burned down- even knowing that her family, pets, & important items were fine I’d felt a teeny bit bad for laughing a little and he just looked at me deadpan and said,
“That’s hot.”

I shot tea out of my nose- am definitely not the biggest monster here.

Nobody has ever dropped a more fire comeback than, “The bar is so low it’s a tripping hazard in hell, and yet here you are limbo dancing with the devil.”

If you don’t want to read Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein together by lantern light in a seaside cottage during a full moon, then please don’t refer to yourself as “the one.”

…and I’d do it again.

(2/2) all the while trying to keep our respective partners blissfully unaware of our illicit activities AND keep the records playing because we were also DJing the house party going on upstairs.

Wft brain!?

Had a wild dream last night where I assisted @christianlipski.bsky.social in thievery of “priceless memorabilia” from an obscure 1970’s Italian kids show (that I’m 98% certain my brain made up for the plot) oceans 11-style out of the house of my good friend from college Jimmy. (1/2)