Happy birthday, Canadian skunk brethren.

Oh to be served little focaccia sandwiches in the Ettore Sottsass pepper grinder pavilion

Me write words good

It’s goes on sale a lot at shoppers. I just buy a bunch whenever I see it half off.

They’re disrupting candy

I have a vision in my mind of a fibreglass animal mount shield (in the style of an old hunting lodge) for my fursuit head that looks like cartoon wood (à la Jobs/Seletti milk stool). I think this would be the ultimate fursuit head display, and I’d put on ‘X’ eye covers to make Rocky look dead.

If I ever retire my fursuit, I am absolutely doing something like this with it (from j/obsmeets on insta)

Got to have a 1:1 lesson with a master barista from HK on pour overs today and it was awesome. Dude was a wizard, super passionate, and taught me a lot. I am tossing aside James Hoffman’s YouTube wisdom like Andy throwing away Woody.

As much as accidents can be inconvenient though, I love the feeling of dependency. It makes me feel weirdly safe and protected and cared for in a way that’s hard to articulate. I just want to be daddy’s good boy and trust him that I belong in diapers and am better off in them 🙈

If daddy ever lets me wear big boy undies again, I’m definitely going to need to genuinely potty train again 😶‍🌫️

In the times where I am trying to hold it, I’m finding I end up having an accident a lot of the times now, and not being able to stop a small accident from becoming a flood.

It’s definitely impacting my control. I barely managed potty training in the first place, & needed pull ups in my 20s before daddy ever started training me back to Huggies. Now? My control slips before I even have time to process it. The line between letting go and losing control is becoming blurry.

Diapers have become routine, and I am not flustered or turned on all the time wearing them, but I really love all the “routine,” and the fact that it’s become so normal for me to load my diaper and have my husband and daddy coo at me and tell me I’m being a good boy makes me feel *really* good.

I’ve been really good and haven’t broken daddy’s rules even once.

Which has the fun externality of making adult bathroom habits start to feel genuinely foreign.

It was a mindfuck to realize I feel genuinely out of place when in front of a potty now. I don’t think of it as something I can use.

Getting close to 6 months since daddy took away my potty privileges, put me back in diapers permanently, and made me start asking for diaper checks to have permission to change.

In a lot of ways, being not being potty trained feels like my new normal now.

I wanna set up my baby gym and play with blocks today…

Very full abdl diaper

*plants this on your windowsill like a pie cooling in a 1950s suburb*

Same deal just lip flaps instead of head wobbling

One day fursuiters will actually make original funny comedy bits instead of just filming themselves dubbing over stale memes from people who make original funny comedy bits.

How do we know these people aren’t being forced to dance to Lone Digger as a humiliation kink

Abdl messy diaper

Happy big diaper *HNRF-*riday

As someone who found the show surprisingly clever and fun going in fairly blind, I think it is more compelling than fandom drama and iPad kid slop content would give it credit.

It’s was very nice to enjoy this show largely outside of any knowledge of online conversations about it. I think its reception is suffering from the same fate as Steven Universe, Undertale, etc. for being compelling but attracting poorly socialized + young alt audiences & having “drama”

Finally, a mass market option for people looking to recreate Rick Owen’s Spring/Summer 2016 show

I’m an anxious person but it just leaves me feeling restless and depressed to be around people who insist that nothing good is ever going to happen, and have to remain optimistic and calm towards their nonstop barrage of cynicism. Dealing with this week after week is exhausting.

Some coworkers were being doomers today and it honestly drained me a lot to talk with them and remain patient and positive and chill. It’s become a genuine trigger I think, I really get frustrated by it. I think it makes me angry because it feels like people trying to snuff out hope in me.

It still sucks! Making coffee or tea is a nice break and reset from work. I don’t like automating it, and the basic automated process is already super easy and just takes a few more minutes. Keurigs would be part of my 2020s koyaanisqatsi montage sequence.

Considering the limited supply of fancy beans in the world, I am happy for them to stay asleep 💤

My mom has one of these at home and they’re so fucking bad. Cheap pre-ground grocery store coffee through a plain ol’ drip coffee machine is better than any Keurig coffee I’ve ever had.

Mein Gott Leute, meine Dada hat mir einfach erlaubt dass ich Cola trinken darf! Wie cool ist das bitte? Jetzt schaue ich TADC und trinke Cola! YIPPEE!

I can post about it more sober minded and chill about it, not when I’m venting about some asshole who has been getting on my nerves haha