“It’s anthropologically important to establish traditions and rituals,”I tell myself through gritted teeth as I once again try to figure out how many individual appliances I can run in addition to the A/C without tripping the breaker…

my favorite part of the Trump/Musk break-up is when Bernie comes in with a steel chair and anyways here’s how he can still win:

>> go to outdoor concert on Friday
>> Rilo Kiley was incredible! nature is beautiful!
>> still suffering from allergy attack on Sunday

I would like one (1) refund for my mortal form, please and thank you. #PollenIsTheEnemy

I guess my possible/probable ‘tism is just going to have to go Officially Undiagnosed forever (despite literally everyone I tell vehemently agreeing with my self-assessment #PeerReviewed) because fuck putting that in my medical records at this point given the fascist hellscape that is the US

not to totally be a middle-class white woman BUT how do I convince my husband (not yet but I’m practicing) to allow me at least (1) dog and up to (3) cats and possibly also a mini horse or a frog even though we’re mutually allergic and live in a small apartment and other boring “practical” concerns

ngl Chappell Roan finally releasing The Giver is not only the reason my laundry is finally getting hung up today (it’s been on The ChairTM) but also the first pure organic serotonin my brain has gotten in a while

also if anyone’s interested I have an entire Spotify playlist of no-man country songs

246 years ago today, the people of Hawai’i said “Live, Love, Land Back” by executing Captain James Cook for his crimes.

Mahalo i ke kānaka maoli! Happy Captain Cooked Day 🥰💕

my wonderful mother’s near-daily texts regarding obscure holidays are one of the few consistent bright spots these days

also it’s Ferris Wheel Day

wheeeeeeeee 🎡

the best? part of having ADHD/poor working memory is the ability to legitimately surprise your future self

this post brought to you by: the chocolate orange I forgot I randomly bought myself literally three months ago, rediscovered in a random bag but not! expired!

time to embarrass myself publicly/be accountable/laugh at baby Devin: way back in college (2013/2014 IIRC) I wrote a whole essay critiquing the themes of masculinity/gender roles present in the lyrics + music video for “Bitch Don’t Kill My Vibe”

my bad, Mr. Lamar

do I even pay my taxes this year? like, legitimately - is the IRS even functional right now?

what a wonderful day to be a hater 💫

Source: MAD Magazine, 1969, Jack Davis

people hated quantumania but if you go into it just wanting kind of a psychedelic world-building experience it’s pretty tight

ps: I’m also v v stoned so ymmv

the mister and I went to a cake vending machine today and it almost made me have hope again

anyways check out pix-o-matic in portland 💫

having 18yo coworkers/minions as a Person Experiencing Their 30’s is fucking WILD because I’m definitely not Old yet but WHEW

COMRADES FOREVER

man, I’m trying really hard to let this radicalize me but the path to further despair is just really convenient for my commute, y’know?

I think one of the pettiest things that I’m most fucking personally furious about rn is that I’m having to think of my impending marriage to A Man as potentially a means of protection in addition to all of the nice loving + romantical adjectives.