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The formerly sealed-up Pipe to Nowhere sprung a leak tonight, confirming public sentiment that the basement's relationship with rainstorms is, frankly, toxic.
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As a person with a strange immune condition and a million chronic health issues, I am very excited about the choice of RFK as future leader of HHS ...because I will have a yearly excuse to travel to Canada (or otherwise abroad)! For flu and covid vaccinations! Tetanus, even! Or something new, maybe! Really looking forward to some MMR mutation action!
No need to use your national healthcare funds on this unjustly punished lass--I'll pay out of pocket for that juice! And if such an exchange is not feasible in your system, never fear: I'll donate some sweet American dollars to your hospital as a lil thank you.
What a world we're living in, eh?
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My life is dishes. Dishes and cooking. This is why people get take-out every day. Or buy dishwashers. Or buy houses that already have a dishwasher. Or do drugs, probably. Dishes make me want to do drugs.
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Didn't go on Instagram until this evening. Immediately logging back off, because it took people all of five seconds to move from grief to infighting. I am, unfortunately, not surprised--but the speed of the switch is truly remarkable. And disappointing. How can we change things when it's so easy to break us into smaller, angrier pieces?
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Me: Huh. I feel oddly calm today.
My stomach: lol get thee to a toilet, because you're about to vomit
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My brother came home after a real fun night at Kenton Club (like REAL, honestly a little worryingly fun--pupils-dilated amounts of fun) and told me, in what appeared to be a face of revelation, that I'm a witch, which was rad.
...Then we had an insane conversation about his twin brother who died before he was born. Who he can only talk to one night a year (tonight). (His name is Vincent Ezra Czuba.) And then we did more magic, because it was very important. And then he asked me what I want most in the world, and what makes me happy--I said "I don't know," and then he stared into my eyes with great intensity, straight-up CACKLED, and said "I don't believe you." 😐
He also said I'm his favorite brother and sister, and that we need better toilet paper. It was a weird night! lol
We got him to bed around 1:45am. It's 2:30am now. I'm so tired, guys.
But Happy Halloweeeeeen! Sleep well, and may you be visited only by good spirits for the next few days. ;)
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UPDATE: in less fun news, pretty sure he got drugged at the party, because he did not drink very much. So I've gone from thinking this was entertaining to being pretty furious. 🙃
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I'm also (see below) softening four sticks of butter so I can make a variety of baked goods to celebrate all of the dead people we love who, God bless them, do not have to live through the next week.
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Need to get those steps in? Might I recommend pacing nervously from the kitchen to the living room? No rain coat required! You won't even realize you're doing it for at least 20 minutes, if not more!
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When I tried to wake up before 10am today, I felt my half-awake body get shaky (happens on occasion) and thought to myself "ahhh, right--the veil is thinning" before passing out for another twenty minutes. I'm sure that's totally fine.
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I wonder how many people will stop being friends in the next two weeks.
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Even now, at age 36, the mere presence of Robitussin makes me want to throw a tantrum. But I'm an adult, and I have a stupid post-cold cough, so I made myself take it; I essentially dissociated into a state where I became both Moo Deng and Zookeeper simultaneously.
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I'm confident most people don't spend any amount of time imagining the perfect assignment of US government cabinet positions, but I spend a lot of time thinking about how Mayor Pete would kick ass as Secretary of State.
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Question: why does Spotify only have the Live version of Stop Making Sense? I would never choose to listen to the live audience version of an album. That's insane. It doesn't make sense. Which, I guess, is spiritually perfect. But not for me, David. NOT FOR ME.
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Hey, city? How about, instead of closing all of the North Portland pools, you close the frisbee golf courses that take up so much of Pier Park that I can't go for a walk on a nice day without risking my long-term head safety.
I love living four blocks from a small, public forest that I can't enjoy. I'm so mad right now, haha.
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I ran out of TV to watch on my own, so I thought, hey, I've never watched Damages, maybe I should try Damages? Not sure where to find it, I use the Roku search. I see that it's on Hulu. Click, settle in.
I watch 90% of the episode. I've been a little confused by the plot all episode, but I suppose it's just being edgy with its format. Then, near the very end, there is an exchange that is rich with backstory--backstory that I should definitely know. I've watched almost the entire final episode of season 1. My TV autoplayed me like a fool.
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About to have a literal ton of concrete blocks delivered, and I don't know if they'll be coming through the back alley (as requested) or the front yard (would be unsurprising). The automated text 35 minutes ago said they're "two stops away," so I'm running between the living room (front window) and the bathroom (back window) to try to head them off before they throw three bags of cement onto the wet ground. Really gettin' my steps in.
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I have some feelings about podcasters and their thoughts on A.I., but I'm already mad about the app bs (see previous post), so double frustration-posting seems like overkill.
Instead, I will say that I got to see my friend Cynthia at the pool today, and that made me very happy. ❤️
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