Hell’s bells, this is brilliant.
Stop calling me Jen. You are not my friend.
That whole sequence with Mulder and the line dancing and all of it? So much to love.
“You’re fathoming the disconnect.”
“And it hurts my brainnsssssssssssssss.”
I like this story. What a good guy.
What? The little tiny sign said “please drink me!” with a smiley face, so I did. It was so polite.
Stay being the best!
IT’S A TRAP!
IT’S A TROPE!
“It’s like you’re working at an abusive husband.”
Well I guess the winter storm has started.
I wish my shoulder wasn’t mysteriously wonked. Because ow.
Oh my GOD. How is License to Ill 30 years old? HOW AM I THAT OLD??
Two post cards from Africa! Yay!
Post cards make me happy.
“Gaslighting or gas-lighting is a form of mental abuse in which information is twisted or spun, selectively omitted to favor the abuser, or false information is presented with the intent of making victims doubt their own memory, perception, and sanity.”
Stupid washing machine.
I’m so sorry if I bothered you.
I would very much like to go to Scotland someday.
I hope my phone works tomorrow. Coverage gets weird when I go north.
Ooh! The capitol building has free wi-fi. By which I mean taxpayer funded wi-fi.
I wish job postings listed what the pay was.
What a horrible day. I’m trying to say, no, it’s OK. I’m breathing, and that’s something. But it’s just a horrible day.
The blizzard ruined my hair.
letters i never sent
What does this taste like? It’s weird. I don’t even know.
Oooh the like button is all weird now.
I’m not going to win. I had zero expectations of winning. And I’m going to try really hard not to be disappointed anyway when I don’t win.
I stopped regularly using Twitter several years ago. It was too easy to be a jerk. But it sucks that Twitter is taking this course of action. I hope my boyfriend Adam Baldwin comes to Facebook instead.
OK, I think I’m already not a fan of the new Facebook “reactions.”
My trip to the capitol is not looking good …
And just like that, it’s canceled. Oh well.
I’m still breathing. I’M STILL BREATHING.
Guess I don’t need to haul these protein bars with me then.
I need to finish listening to this lecture on death systems.
She said comedians talk about slaying the audience and I thought she said Canadians.
I should quit the internet.
but this tomato loves you
No, seriously. Ow. ow ow ow ow owo.owowowo.ow. Ow.
Horse in a bookcase. It’s a horse in a bookcase.
I really just want waffles for dinner.
I need to read some cases. Whee.
OMG stay out of the drawers!
“I don’t believe that guy. I think he did. Just maybe not so fast.”
“I don’t like it when people are sad. Especially animals.”
She’s eating the waffles for me. What a sacrifice.
pushy pushy pushy
But my gauge is right on!
Bah. My tea has gone cold.
Where the hell is my row counter?
It’s not like we’ve had a snow day yet this year.
It’s not like I didn’t tell you.
Ah the hell with it. I’m throwing in the towel. Again. I’m going to go finish that episode of Jessica Jones.
Sounded just like someone opening a window.