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I'm sure Quique would like that. DS9 | 5.02

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when I was a kid I thought the weather guy on TV controlled the weather and he was just telling us what he was gonna do for the next few days. when he said "30% chance of rain Thursday" I thought he was just guessing how likely it was he'd wake up in a rain mood that morning

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elf liberalism probably goes insane

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Tell ‘em how the crowds went wild Tell ‘em how I hope they shine

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im really in a bad place i hope the sun doesnt start setting crazy early at like 4pm. i said i hope the sun doesnt set early at like 4pm that would be bad for me

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there was an arbys in the town where i grew up. my family didnt eat there, because we were kosher, and while arby's indeed has the meats, they do not have kosher meats. for whatever reason i never really had friends who went either. but someone had to be eating there, because that arby's always had a full parking lot. i lived in that town for a while as an adult, and stopped keeping kosher, and still didnt go to arby's, because i wasn't in the habit. i never ran into anybody with a bag from there, i never had the "what should we eat" discussion with anyone, even new friends, and heard them say "what about arby's." i thought occasionally about the vast network of people in the town where i lived who did eat at arby's. i sat next to these people in movie theaters, waited with them at red lights, accidentally knocked my grocery cart into theirs in stop and shop. maybe even talked to them in passing. but i was not a part of their world, the world of arby's customers, and they weren't a part of mine, the world of arby's non-customers. they moved in patterns that overlaid my own, but out lives never touched for more than an instant. we remain fundamentally mysterious to each other. this is also how i feel about people who watch good mythical morning.

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i think im just not worth getting close to

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me reading straight up pornography: hmm… this one just doesn’t have enough accurate character psychoanalysis to get me off

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in the tags, what would prev drop if defeated in battle

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when you’re out at a restaurant or a coffee shop or a target or whatever with your friends and you overhear/eavesdrop the same snippet of some stranger’s conversation, and you look at each other for a second to check that you both heard this stranger say the same weird/funny/baffling thing and just break out in knowing grins and quiet laughter… that’s a love language

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Make the most of the next two months

Get all your vaccines

Travel while we have a functioning DOT

Read and buy books on feminism, anti-racism, pro-lgbt

Attend drag shows

Don't skip any of your classes

Read and buy history books

Find your out-of-state networks

Learn to carry cash

Get birth control solutions

Support the Biden/Harris administration

Postpone large purchases and save money

Be careful of what you say online, like un-ambiguous attacks against the incoming administration, especially in spaces that contain your full name or personal information

Feel free to add on.

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The person next to me in the train station is eating dicks and it smells so damn good

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YOUNG FRANKENSTEIN (1974) — dir. Mel Brooks

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so ur at the party right and there’s this girl in the corner with another girl on a leash with the puppy ears on standard stuff and u start talking to her and she introduces the girl on the leash and says “this is my little puppy, Emily. say hi Emily” and the leash girl does a little bark at u and u say “oh that’s nice” and ur looking for a way to avoid the awkward silence during a 4 second period that feels like a half hour so u ask “does she know any tricks?” so the girl says “come on girl, show ‘em” and the puppy girl gets up pulls out a skateboard and starts doing the sickest kick flips u ever saw

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i got offered drugs by a pair of undercover cops once. This is when I was living in Salt Lake City. They parked on the street and walked across the lawn to get to me as I was coming out of the laundry room attached to my apartment building in a nice suburban neighborhood. I'm pretty certain they were undercover cops because they were dressed exactly like Jay and Silent Bob, and who else would go around doing that on a sunny afternoon? It was surreal. I still think about that sometimes. I wish I'd complimented them because it was a really good cosplay. The Jay one even did all the talking, offering to sell me drugs I'd never heard of.

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When I was a kid I thought there were so many more swear words than there are. But in actuality we get like. ten before it just turns into slurs. Deep down, I’m still disappointed.