Cannibal Holocaust seriously has the most peaceful soundtrack but only if you’ve never watched a single scene these songs are attached to.

Some days I just want to curl up with a Fear Street novel and ignore life under a tree again.

Its a recalibration response not necessarily stress.

You have to be a very good planner to chose an area that’s very mediocre.

So, with all the CDC employees, the good ones? leaving… yeah, um, will there be a parallel agency that will help us? Just need to know who to put in my phone or who to email.

“I don’t know who needs to hear this” etc.
Bad witches are the Mean Girls / Women like Cliques or Karens.
Good witches are manic pixie spazzes and CPTSD survivors creating better & new realities for themselves and those around them.
Yes, there can be some overlap.

When the world is consumed with normalized psuedoscience that doesn’t work and more false options wasting your reaction time and money, will people finally be sick and tired of being sick and tired?

“They’re two spiders weaving a gummy web around each other, constantly hunting each other, always escaping, and no, thank you very much.” - Wobegon Boy

Lol how do I know a non profit is friendly? They let the one person there sit down inside before the event on one of the hottest days on record. (Most non-profits in my experience are not, in fact, that friendly)

Full fathom five thy father lies;
Of his bones are coral made;
Those are pearls that were his eyes;
Nothing of him that does fade,
But doth suffer a sea-change
Into something rich and strange.

“The houses of our ancestors, which were contingent responses to their ever-shifting needs, have perished. Their tombs and temples… remain…”

Rofl 30 minutes of my morning is changing DEI words in the county’s Con Plan.

Weirdest pattern at estate sales: Raggedy Ann doll collections with one small black female friend. Always. One main doll. One white female friend. One white boy friend. And one black female friend. Or a doll collection in general with a single black doll.

The way my dreams are now threatened daily, I’ve compromised with my sense of reality and may settle for the ability to live on my own with my familiar in a place that doesn’t require money or food to survive.

Oh gods, I am dumb. Wanted to rewatch the Watchmen tv show to lighten my spirits forgetting the opening COMPLETELY.

Eating seaweed wraps reminds me of the first time I waded into the Susquehanna river. The smell of the water and texture under my feet both a new experience and a later-repeated one eating though and not swimming.

Riverdale binge while cleaning and organizing the bedroom, office, walk-in closet, and bathroom.

Hey, your feelings matter, etc… but if you come in hot at someone in a position of helping you, be aware you may be put on speaker phone esp the crazier you sound.

Still boggles my mind that one of my mother’s life lessons since I was a young girl was never date any white South African men. Slightly too specific a request but the warning somehow now has a prophetic weight.

There has to be a theory or formula about the more convenient you make a product or service, the more scavenger MBA douchbags will circle it with middle men and asinine steps for a cut in the profit.

I’m recreationally watching vintage 16mm gov funded instructional shorts made for public schools. Its like I’m prepping my Venture Pod future.

Want to do a couples costume of the couple in Robert Plant’s “Johnny and Mary” music video.

Classic Pizza Hat in Louisa, VA.

I think there’s some kind of generational trauma that the place in Richmond I go to the most after moving here is Sugar Shack on Lombardy.

Would you believe I have wanted to move to Virginia for decades? A sunnier, maybe more government centered place. As I wake up, I am sad the world moved faster than I could get here— it never snows in Richmond. And we know why. I still love snow.

Work Study with keys to the VCU Kingdom.

Real life with the toxic stimming crowd, too.

Can’t wait t’git my hands on nem cheap eggs!