Probably not gonna actually do it, but like. Re-dating the same man for the third time (3 men, 2 relationships each) would be incredibly funny and on brand for me. I've already done it twice, after all.

Screaming into the void here but like
Life is hard, you deserve taquitos.
I deserve taquitos.
What I'm saying here is that I ate all my taquitos because I'm very stressed out and now I want more.

Everything is exhausting.
That does not, however, actually mean that every single thing is bad.
Try to be kind to you, today.

I only got like 6 hours of sleep and didn't need to be awake at 7:30 and yet here I am, 2 hours later, groggy af and out of lives on my phone game

This is perfect explanation

I got ~60% of the way into cooking a quesadilla before I discovered that there is not a single spatula in this house, and this pan is not good at quesadilla.
Now my friend's kitchen smells like burned tortilla

TikTok let me upload a video. So that's interesting
And I know it uploaded, because a person who does not follow me who was standing next to me could open it.

The remaining functionality of the TikTok app fascinates me. It let me go in and attempt to post a draft. Then it autosent me to my friends page, where I have 5 videos I've already seen loaded.
You can click on the sound, but it says 0 posts with this sound. It let me save the videos to my phone.

💅🏼💅🏼immediately downloaded the video last night

And with that, tiktok has officially crashed for me. Apparently it was 8:30 Denver time.
I stayed as long as I could.

Cut my bangs for the first time in years. This is fine.

I'm not moving to 📕, not because it's chinese, but because it is socially correct to be polite in someone else's space, and I do not have the spoons to be polite in someone else's space.

This is why so many neurodivergent people skip out on plans even when we desperately crave social contact.

Good to know that bluesky also has twitter trolls and europeans who have no concept of what living in the US is like. Feels like home already.

Watching the collective grief of TikTok playing its greatest hits alternating with existential dread is both cathartic and deeply anxiety inducing.
The AI-reads-tumblr posts are somehow still giving me excellent dpxdc content tho.

Quick question for a friend. How many panic attacks can you have in a row before it's just who you are as a person?