It takes a village. And coffee, it takes lots of coffee. And tums. The chewy ones.
And comfortable shoes. And a book just in case. And a coven of powerful witches who owe you a blood debt. That helps.
And tacos, it also takes tacos.

Just a reminder that it is VERY offensive to our culture to refer to the 90s as anything other than “a few years ago” please educate yourselves

I hope this email finds you staving off the soul crushing effects of late stage capitalism to the best of your abilities

Maybe I’m not overthinking, maybe I’m just regular thinking about stuff that shouldn’t be happening

I think it’s important to remember that “the village idiot” isn’t necessarily that village’s ONLY idiot, he’s just the most famous one

I hate that it’s so hard to wake up in the morning now but I understand it, like my brain is trying so hard to be like “trust me man you don’t want any part of this”

Shoutout to libraries for keeping fiction and non-fiction separate, that is not easy to do these days

Remember, calories don’t count if it’s your birthday or if you don’t recognize the world you live in anymore

Fair warning to autumn: I am going to wring every last drop of serotonin out of your withered little husk of a carcass this year

Some of you have never done the time warp again and it shows