The wind is literally howling like a hellish condemned soul outside my window

and I’m expected to traverse this treacherous hyperborean iced tundra hellscape

to sit at a desk

All of my twitter internet pals that I love are migrating here so I have to be more active now or I will lose them to the internet void :(

Coming to here from Twitter: I feel like I’m early to the party, like the host is still slapping their lil meats on the charcuterie board and I’m awkwardly standing around with my socially anxious heart slapping against my chest

I’m still figuring this thing out so if I do something weird (like those old people on Facebook posting private messages to their family members on Chipotle’s profile) please feel free to correct me