Yesterday I Was Insane About That Fictional Man. Today I Am Insane About That Fictional Man. Tomorrow?

It’s snowing and I’m not gonna lie, I thought they were lying. It was like almost 50° yesterday. This morning it was 45°. I thought they were lying. And now there’s snow all over the place. Fuck.

Man life does really be like that sometimes huh.

This man cannot be real. For reference he’s claiming the last time he got the flu would have been prior to 2008.

Man, I have gotta step on a soap box here for a minute fellow gardening folk. I’m stuck home with my parents (who know I smoke and also smoke but like we have to hide it from my grandma and they eat to smoke I smoke to eat iykyk) and my mental health be struggling (see earlier posts) so I’m just waiting to garden so I can shut my brain the hell up and just sleep. But I buy only shit that gives me the drive and focus to lock in. So I’m here at 1:00am loving the sweet breeze that is sativa and wishing I could’ve just done this earlier to manage the badness at a REASONABLE HOUR so I could’ve been asleep by now ;-;

Chat, if he doesn’t text me this weekend do I just give up?

“Fyp” we don’t do that here. I mean, Tumblr the app and website tries, but we don't do that here.

“But then how will anyone see it?” peer review.

“How do you get engagement?” by talking and engaging with other people. Or making a devastating typo. Either way.

“But—” Listen, you’re not doing solo stand up anymore. This is a group improv class being held in a SAW dungeon. Good luck.

Now I really need to know if I’m Kiki or Bouba!!!!

I present to you the REAL Kiki and Bouba

Me when I remember the way brothers are real brothers who do brother things

they look like a gang of 4th graders rolling up on you to trade yugioh cards

uni has drained my social battery to the point that my maximum energy is 20% of its original state

finals will kick my ass