i can’t spell 😌

so thankful i’m past my body-chekcing phase but still filled with cringe when i see other people doing it 😌🖤😔

it’s honestly no one’s business if i found a breeze under the break room
couch and have been using it as if it’s mine for the past three days 👀

idk who needs to hear this but if you’re messaging your tattoo artist at 9AM and are expecting a response at 9AM, your expectations are far too high 👀

really begging for an easter miracle - i ordered 50 tiny flamingos to hide around my parents’ house on sunday but they might not get delivered in time 😔

i watched Frances Ha for the first time last night and now i have a deeper understanding of the woman whose ********* i ****** in ****.

my post before this was also about sitting on stuff & breaking it so idk i’m standing from now on

do you think it’s possible to break your own foot by sitting on it wrong because i personally think i may have done exactly that

i’ve been wearing glasses since i was six years old, so nearly 30 years, and for the very first time, last night, i sat my ass right on them :))))

my mom will text me about how one of my nieces is acting like me as a kid and it’ll be THE most neurodivergent-coded nonsense 🥴

feels like i’m getting bullied when i sit in the hairdresser’s chair with a smock on and my disembodied square ass head is just staring back at me

men like to come into your job and tell you about their divorce

jk i am crying in my friends’ bathroom now

a stranger said something mean about me on a facebook post about my job and i want to cry :)

had a thought today and it was “someone should write a poem about this thing that i’ve experienced” if anyone was wondering what my relationship with poetry is atm

my boss just said the words “loose urethra” and i was too grossed out to say “that’s the name of my band.” 😔

thought i found a white hair on my sweater but it just ended up being a string of hot glue

might start treating writing poetry like a bit so that maybe i’ll start doing it again.

it’s the last 45 minutes of working this job until January for me and you’re going to argue with me? you, a white man, are going to argue with ME when i say the word NO to you?
ohhh i wonder where i’ve heard THAT ONE before. 😤😤😤

as a cancer with no desire to be a parent, i’m rebranding “mom friend” to “hen friend” for myself. i’m a brooding chicken. that’s all.

(hen is gender neutral in this scenario btw)

i went to my right-wing parents’ house where they’re treating their illnesses with anti-parasitic goo & drinking raw milk. that’s how my thanksgiving was.

listen. we as a country need to stop asking acquaintances how their thanksgiving was.

see that’s why i had high hopes - she’s scrappy and was rescued from a little rural colony. she hunts bugs, stalks us & the dog, and…is apparently a lover of rodents. 🥲

got a cat & hoped that she would be a great mouser but this bitch is hanging around with them, offering them a beverage, inviting them to Christmas, organizing a book club with them smh

not being scared to drive through icy/snowy weather to get to therapy is really a testament to how well therapy & my meds are working tbh

the mental gymnastics required for me to answer the phone saying the correct business at the job i work at one day a week are very strenuous

just went thru the store and buttoned all the buttons that had been unbuttoned in my absence and now i have sore lil fingers 😔

“when the dog bites, when the bee stings—“

girl, why is the dog biting you??? leave the dog alone!

friends and i came into the bar after a smoke break and the security guy said something like “aw yeah going to ganja town” to us on our way through