A dude on tinder just said I was cool because he likes tough girls and that’s an immediate block.
You sound grim.
I went blonde, got back on tinder, and chose violence
So that’s happening
Y’all- am I about to go buy boots? Full disclosure there is a new Boot Barn location and I also have a broken toe.
Same, girl. Same.
It is Valentine’s Day. The rites must be observed and the Old Gods appeased.
There is nothing, and I do mean nothing, like a book that speaks to you. I can’t tell you what I would pay for a drug that could replicate the feeling, but I know it can’t be done. And I’m not sure whether I’m sad or grateful for that.
Thank you for your contribution to my serotonin fundraiser. Every drop you donate goes straight to the part of my brain that’s closest to crashing out.
I remember when you’d post something from yours too. We both need therapy.
You really can’t. Terry probably can. I feel bad for him.
My old drafts folder was a true carnival of horrors.
It’s 10pm on Sunday- you hit the wrong thing on Spotify, and a song you run to on repeat comes on. It hits your nervous system hard. You finally talk yourself down from finding the nearest treadmill immediately.
But you still can’t sleep because Hello Bitches is stuck in your head.
You know that both Boston and Portland are east of me right?
My friend: you have such a great way of contextualizing so many things in a few short sentences.
Me: Bitch, that voice note was four minutes long.
Do I just pick a direction and drive 400 miles? I think I need to. Not sure why. Time will tell. Time and 400 miles.
All this time, and distance, and growth only to find out that I really was a holla back girl this whole time.
I’m on this allergy diet with mainly unprocessed and minimally processed foods and I’m sitting here with my bag of original Lays from the micro mart, trying to explain why I can have potato chips and not a protein bar.
Update: 36 hours. I particularly like the one that looks like a violin graph. I’m gonna name it after Georgia O’Keefe.
Shut up you’re crying
Slipknot None the Richer
The squirrels in doggie heaven are AI.
The world is a better place because you get out here every day and do the work.
The structuring phase is where the stolen broperation occurs. Highly regarded military units or signifiers are embedded into racist memes that don’t need it for the joke (that Toyotathon comparison has been made in my presence at a gas station before).
Think tradwife and cottagecore.
Of course, there’s also the possibility of stolen broperation.
Where non-military white nationalists create the memes (structuring), specifically filter them into the discourse slowly (layering), to convert unconscious bias to overt racial animus (integration).
Money laundering, but for bigotry.
I mean, yes.
If I could import that vibe here I would. But first American motorists would need to stop running red lights and/or blocking intersections.
Why is Delaware gray?
Taylor Swift needs to put out a ska album. This is not a fringe view. We voted.
I would absolutely put ketchup on them. But one does it by individually dipping- Drizzling creates unpredictable soggy patches regardless of sauce, and it does not allow for enough control over amount.
The broperators just want to feel good about themselves. And to feel good they put people in their place-using whatever trash they’ve got to hand. But lots of people also want to feel good about themselves, and this shit becomes the trash that’s to-hand for many more
So yeah, this shit’s contagious
Over Christmas, somebody ambushes me in the kitchen and asks if I know the sequel to Van Wilder- Van Wilder 2: the Rise of Taj.
I brace myself for the worst, but then proceeds to suggest a new Oppenheimer film- Oppenheimer 2: the Rise of Teller.
I was simply not prepared for that interaction.
