This #BookCon has been the craziest convention experience of my life. Lowkey I do not pay for my badge, but if I had…I’d be pissed. I have a lot of thoughts. That said, the vendors and artists I interacted with were all absolutely lovely and wonderful.

What is NYC’s hot mayor doing about the fact that none of the toilets in this city flush properly????

Say what you will about millennials but at least we know how to put our phones on silent and resist watching videos with the sound on in public.

Mothmom
#kaseyart #penandink

I am not emotionally well enough for yall to keep sharing pictures of that baby monkey YOU KNOW WHICH ONE

Damn this NBC commentary is sloppy. Why can’t they stop talking about Shaun White’s mom?

Is this too niche for this site I don’t really get it

One thing about me is that any time I come across a video of El Tango de Roxanne, I have to watch the whole clip to find out whether the actor playing Christian commits to the opt-up.

“These were made for my family by a Boston silversmith named Paul Revere.”
#HeGaveHimTheKnife

Never experienced anything more cliche than riding in an Uber through Boston as the driver turns up the volume on Sweet Caroline to tune out the angry honks of a semi he just cut off.

Remember, folks: If you used AI to write your assignment for you, there’s probably an editor who’s been awake for 19 hours out there somewhere trying to untangle your faux-fessional gobbledygook slop and hates your fuckin guts.

Amount of time unemployed before I started having conversations with my washing machine: 13 days.

Neve Gallus my beloved

Happy New Year?
@requiemforradio.bsky.social

Guess who just tried to fuckin Free Solo her way up the bathroom wall for the second morning in a row.

I realize this is extremely silly, but Rory’s Chilton valedictorian speech still makes me a little teary.

NO I DON’T WANT TO USE AI TO ORGANIZE MY BROWSER TABS, I DON’T WANT TO USE AI TO DO ANYTHING GET OUT OF HEREEEEEE

Love to wake up to the sounds of the roomba completely wrecking my shit

Me: *bitching*
Husband: Is there anything I can do?
Me: Just…sacrifice me to whatever god will have me.

If you saw me in the BJ’s parking lot with snot running down my face, feral and tearing open the 48-pack of pop-tarts I bought so I could eat them on the drive home, no you didn’t.

As a sufferer of dumb bitch-itis, I just spent the last three and a half hours heating my office with my space heater instead of just turning on the heat.

nm just eating the toast I planned to have for breakfast at 3 pm hbu

Absolutely cannot recommend spiraling about your wedding seating chart while you’re trapped in an MRI scanner.

Before you agree to marry someone, make sure you listen to audiobooks at the same speed.

Wearing my pajamas inside out and pouring an iced Dunkies down my toilet to get it to stop fucking raining in Boston.