Things are fine. I just teared up thinking about how badly prison bedding must be exacerbating Luigi's back

Had a panic attack and now my husband is sending me links to therapists who provide equine therapy?? Nice

The best part of my job is when I'm having a weird day so I lay on the freshly cleaned floor, blast Sierra Ferrell, and drink free beer until I feel like going home

I've veered too far into normcore and now old men won't leave me alone. Time to shave my eyebrows or something Jesus

I love trips with Sam's fam bc I can say "yall head out, I'm walking through a park to get fancy pasta to eat in the bathtub see u tmmrw" and everyone just shrugs at this point

My #1 most toxic trait is that I am cursed to one day find an irresistibly crispy thin glass in a very fancy restaraunt and I will bite it and bleed all over their tableclothes and I just cannot resist):

Happy Ramadan to all my homies; except my bar regular who thinks food stamps are haram but it's fine for him to drink. Fuck off Amaran hope u starve

My SIL booked us an unheated, tiny, bathroomless yurt for the ice climbing festival this weekend and I am being very brave about it, but I fear this may be a hard line in the future

My work got a new karaoke machine, but has been dead, so naturally I am most of the way through A Fever You Can't Sweat Out and I don't need therapy anymore

I can never sleep at my parents' house, so I am passing the time by astral projecting into the woods I used to run through and climbing trees in my mind

No grocery Baskets at the grocery today and I didn't have the hands to get myself a treat beverage ): so dinner is essentially ruined