Falling sick on the coldest night of the year (so far) makes sense for me. All I'm missing is a tall man with a kind heart to spoon feed me soup as I muse about how "I wish I could have made it to see this years' harvest" and steal longing glances at him as I drift in and out of sleep

I managed to make the yuletide rather gay this year

I'm tipsy having dinner and it's time for my annual Mommie Dearest rewatch. Because as we all know, it's a Christmas movie

I got dicked down last night (twice) so well by a hot guy that my joie de vivre is renewed for the foreseeable future

I think I'll choose to be a menace this weekend. . . .

What’s your 10/10 album?

there being no AI bots is so peaceful... every post is a human thought. pesticide-free posting. farm to table skeets

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Time to start dropping selfies here, too

I guess it's time to actually give this app a go now