we really take our anonymity (whatever little we have) for granted. i love introducing myself to someone without mutual friends because who will i be to them? the canvas is blank until i open my mouth

i love seitan

every sunday feels like it’s 9 PM and i’ve not done my homework. but it’s sad now.

on my first day in NYC some guy on the street yelled at me “free comedy show,” which i politely declined. he responded with, “at least you aren’t ugly!”

chat is this a backhanded insult or compliment?

maybe i should roll around in msg and be wrapped up in rice paper blanket

during a midwestern sunset the sky is deep shades of pink and orange the likes of which i haven’t seen anywhere else

what flavour cake is my favourite you ask? it’s birthday cake. that’s the flavour.