Palmcat

I love saying “cummies” because it makes people *so* uncomfortable.

uwu cummies

*frustrated screaming at the sky* It should not be this hard for a girl to get laid!

“Here comes a snail, whoa oh what a snail, you are the king of the garden”

She's so freaking cool. I'm a Julia Hart stan but, like, Thekla may have replaced her as my number one.

Toni Storm is adorably filthy. "This whore you all adore" is a *fantastic* line.

To quote Yoshi Tatsu: I will steal.

I saw Sami Callihan wrestle live once and there was so much spitting that I had to hide out in the bathroom until the match was over. It was so gross. It was grosser than a public restroom in a rec center in *New Jersey*.

The part of me that hates change is eternally at war with the part of me that craves novelty.

The irony is that I’m probably going to have to skip the gym today because me cleaning the litter boxes has SO traumatized my cat that she has pinned me to the couch and fallen asleep and now I cannot leave.

So, like, I started working out six months ago and like I look and feel better, healthier, blah blah blah. The *real* benefit is that I can change three litter boxes in one day without sincerely wanting to die halfway through the first one.

Nouveau Poor thoughts:
I was really surprised by the amount of excitement and joy I felt at being able to afford meat after all this time. Like, I was more excited for that than for Silksong finally being released.

I just overheard an advertisement over the grocery store’s PA use the phrase “to help you on your protein journey” and I cannot recall the last time I was this unreasonably angry.

“Oooh, guns, guns, guns! C’mon, Sal! The Tigers are playing…to-night! I never miss a game!”

Or:

“Bitches, leave.”

During my very brief time training, Jerry Lynn flew in for a show the school was doing and I got to drive him around. He was incredibly nice, soft-spoken, and refused to let me carry his bags for him, no matter how much I offered. The man is an angel.

Grown-ups should have more slumber parties.

Out of meat and money until Monday. I would suck someone’s dick for three pounds of chicken thighs and a tub of protein powder right about now.

I stole this from Reddit:
“I have no issue celebrating the death of vile people.”

I love, love, love how Hanger always says “the men’s world championship”.

I can clearly see Josh Alexander’s penis through his singlet and I dont care for it.

I wish the music that plays on HBO Max while waiting for Dynamite wasn’t the worst thing ever. Especially because it doesn’t loop seamlessly, so it will stop and I’ll get all excited and then it’s back to weird bell sounds.

That being said, it was still an absolute delight and I intend to model myself after her forever more.

I’m not saying this to be mean, I am not. I love AJ Lee, I love that she got a crowd to chant “therapy”…but there was something about her return promo that so, so, so very reminded me of a TED Talk.

I think this might have been the first thing I ever saw by Tomino and I really understood how he earned his nickname of “Kill ‘Em All” Tomino.

To be clear, I love this game. It’s like my cats. They can frustrate the heck out of me, but I still love them to death.

I somehow forgot how punishing Hollow Knight can be. Silksong has become a cycle of “obsessively play, put it down because I get too frustrated, think about Silksong constantly until I have to pick it up again, repeat.”

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Zoodles are one of the great scams of the 21st century.

“Hey, do you like pasta but you like your pasta limp, watery, and bitter? Have I got a product for you…”

👋

“You can sneak extra veggies in your pasta sauce by blending broccoli into it! You won’t even taste it!”

You’re a filthy liar, every cooking blog ever.

How I feel whenever I’m about to have someone over:

When I wipe down the elliptical machine at the gym, I sometimes I worry that I’m needlessly provocative about it. Cause, like, it really looks like I’m giving it just the most attentive handjob ever.

This isn’t as heavy as it sounds, I swear. It was said to my cats when I was leaving for the gym.