No, wait, guys, my search for the perfect ceramic Christmas tree is finally over. If I cannot figure out where to buy this it shall be the greatest sorrow of my life.
I swear to fuck, if the craft project I am working on right now melts in this fires-of-hell weather while it’s being shipped to its recipient I will fucking cry. This tiny functional boombox is but one part of it. Will it arrive still functional? Or even still rectangular? NO-ONE KNOWS! Exciting!
It’s my day off. Last week every single one of the coworkers I trust threatened to quit. Imma just lay in a puddle today.
It’s my day off. Major projects include providing a lap for Foxy to sit on and giving this weird 1980s doll a Debbie Gibson haircut.
Actor Playing Edna Turnblad: “I feel like she needs a real style progression through the show. She wanted to be a fashion designer and has found herself wearing house coats in this very different world than she imagined for herself and…” Girl. Me too. Art school to FULL muumuu 🤷♀️💃
A civilized society would have phones you could mute on a schedule and could delay sending a text message until a designated time. WHAT IS WRONG WITH US AS A PEOPLE?
The amount of time I have spent looking for cotton house dresses online this weekend is probably just another symptom of perimenopause that no one told me about.
Went to Trader Joe’s. Bought marshmallows that taste like chewing on a Strawberry Shortcake doll in your grandmother’s kitchen and it’s 1984. Also salad because I feel like living dangerously.
Today’s big stupid earrings are an attempt to not feel despairing negativity about my job. I don’t think it’s working, but I try.
There must be a use for that desiccated Parmesan that comes in a shaker. I mean besides just tipping it directly into your mouth for the full-on sense memory of standing in your childhood kitchen while your mom is cooking and trying to shoo you and your sister out of the way.
Lindsey Graham the urinary tract infection is really kicking my ass today. I thought I had won by starting antibiotics before symptoms got bad, but it’s roaring back onto the field today and I actually had to take a day off work to roll around in pain. I will be victorious, but damn. Perimenopause 🚮
I would like to dedicate this urinary tract infection to the memory of Lindsey Graham.
The 6ths - The Dead Only Quickly Decay (with Neil Hannon)
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Someone please tell me how to have a lush overgrown cottage garden in a city that has rock hard clay soil and regularly hits 100* or more 😭 I’m afraid the answer is just “forget your dreams, bitch”
I needed a timeline cleanse. (Baby bird gets fed at end)
Bro, don’t tell me you have a migraine because your head’s a bit achey. I have had a varying-intensity migraine for six days now and currently my teeth all hurt like they’ve been blasted with liquid nitrogen. Talk to me when you can’t drive.
Anthony Perkins is one of my dead boyfriends and horror is one of my leading coping mechanisms.
This promotional PSYCHO pre-release marketing photo (designed to satisfy demand and mislead from the film’s actual plot) always makes me smile.
Tis the season to go on your evening constitutional walk through the neighborhood and come home bearing giant vegetables that your neighbors are desperately trying to give away.
I’m at that special age where I get to have hot flashes AND cramps, and let me tell you it’s really something.
With unlimited money perhaps I would start collecting absolutely hideous mid century TV lamps.
My ceramic Christmas tree obsession will not rest until I have found the very stupidest one in existence. I don’t know who made this or why, but MAN do I need one.
This week was ten solid years long. I’m very tired and want to sleep but also just had to take a bunch of excedrin, which is basically nine shots of espresso or something. Do you know that I didn’t listen to Marcy Playground AT ALL this week? Which probably means something, but I’m not sure what.
The Angel Of The Forever Sleep
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The hill I’m willing to die on is that polyester pajamas are absolutely vile and should not even be used on the very worst hardened criminals.
My favorite part of mother’s/father’s days is when every single person in the entire country who has a bad parent bitches about it online! Almost as good as Valentine’s Day! My parents fucking tried! They screwed up a lot but they fucking tried! Good effort, guys!