Today’s best gift so far: getting called “sir” by a student over the phone.

EUPHORIAAAA ✨

PJ is illuminated by full sun, their hair matching their mustard sweater. They hold a truly massive coffee.

There are many perks to having a birthday. My favorite is robbing corporations of coffee.

Why is a dirty chai with oatmilk TEN DOLLARS at caribou these days??? Reasons I only darken their doorstep if I can get it for free.

A student in the office read my nameplate as “Misc. Piper” instead of “Mx. Piper,” and y’know what? Close enough.

A bumper sticker that reads “MILF: MAN I LOVE FROGS” with many frog doodles

am I kosher if it’s this one

Thanks, boss 💪

PJ takes a mirror selfie. They wear light blue 501 Levi’s, a black belt with square silver buckle, a grey sweater layered over a grey button down and white t-shirt, chain chokers, cuff earring, metal frame glasses and many yellow and black bracelets. Their hair is a vibrant sunshine yellow, just shy of shoulder length with bangs.

First day back in the office after spring break. I’ve been getting so many compliments on my hair, I might explode.

I say “in the last ten days,” but I plowed through all of Titan’s Curse yesterday and Battle of the Labyrinth today… so…

I fear reading four Percy Jackson books in the last ten days may Sparta kick me back into my Epic the Musical nonsense or have me New Game Plus my Assassin’s Creed Odyssey run. 🆘

I think the rise in Friendslop games are an overall net good and I like how the best ones tend to focus on being cheap games that do one fun thing really well vs a big $70 multiplayer investment or requiring a commitment to free to play microtransaction live service hell

may your day bring you what you need

whether that’s a laugh
a good scream
a secret third thing

a helping hand
an extra buck
a chat with a friend
or some goddamn peace and quiet.

ttfn ✌️💛

Taako, an orange cat, is flipped on his back showing you just how pettable his belly is.

Domino, a small tuxedo cat, is on top of the fridge, standing like she’s a cabinet inspector or something.

Noir, an elegantly chonky black cat, rubs her cheekies on the corner of PJ’s headboard, as if to say “look at how sweet and beautiful I am and also did I mention you’re late for breakfast?”

Lyssa, a standard morph ball python, peeks out of her log hide. Only her curled tail and adorable little snoot are visible. She says hello. :3

• There may be pet photos. I am the type of millennial to call Taako, Domino and Noir my furbabies. We also recently adopted our ball python, Lyssa. These goofy creatures bring me joy, and are living, breathing examples that it’s okay to just [rest].

Addendums to this, a year an a half after initially posting:

• relatively unplugged these days, less engaged in discourse. Nature is healing ✨
• working on a fantasy writing project that started as homebrew TTRPG campaigns I never got to run. Nice to be back in a creative brain space.

Trying to thread the needle between giving my characters names like this or Guy You Might Run Into At Tesco names like “James Anderson”

Full-frontal Graham Chapman is the reason for the season.

That sounds fantastic. 📝

Sonic saying "I want shorter games with worse graphics made by people who are paid more to work less and i'm not kidding"

Eggs. PJ deviled eggs.

DOST THOU WISH TO DEVOUR THE UNBORN?

fun color’s back on the menu, boiz

Lifelong MN, have not heard of “pickle corndog.”

Love a fried pickle chip. Imagining these are fried pickle the LONG WAYYY.

A picture of the sunrise over the trees.

drove my partner into work before sunrise today. pointed me in a different direction for my drive in.

I’ve got my lofi jazz on, light fog hanging over the wetlands as the first glimpse of sunlight paints the sky pastels

pretty peak actually

Young Keiran, bright, dressed in a green vest over a white tunic with brown breeches. Her chin length straw colored hair is tied out of her face in a fluffy little half ponytail.

Older Keiran, more guarded. Her hair has grown past her waist and is tied back in a messy braid. Her arms are crossed over a green tunic, bracers on her wrists. She wears higher waisted brown trousers and a messenger bag.

Keeping myself awake by doodling my protag. I made the five colored pencils on my desk work for me. 🤓

a black and white drawing of a cat peeking out of a keyboard . Alt: bongo cat drumming paws on a qwerty keyboard

I added 2,500 words to my creative writing outline yesterday and if it continues to be this slow in the office, I’m gonna get to flesh it out and I’m just

realizing I’ve shaken out of white-knuckling survival mode and my brain has space to be creative and whimsical again ✨

yer already queen of this moth, babeyyy ✨

A moth with eyes illuminated

A lamp you say?

so far the only vaguely fandom adjacent thing I’ve etched into my skin is my first tattoo, “still breathing” in typeface on my ribs, for the Green Day song of the same title.

it’s gonna be really funny when it’s suddenly no longer true.

look around, look around at how lucky we are to be alive right now.

I spent a good chunk of my day working on budgeting stuff and I fear the spreadsheets may infiltrate my dreamscape