it’s got nothing to do

Just tryina think up a damn hell bathroom blurb. I got nothin.

My Instagram stopped posting to my Tumblr. And I can’t figure out why.

I’d still like to check out This is Us.

Please. I wish I had Lady Gaga’s belly.

I can never remember if I’ve already taken the Bs. Did I just take it twice? I don’t know!

Every time I see that “resist” business posted somewhere I get the Pixies stuck in my head.

I just realized I don’t have meatloaf for lunch today. I’m not sure what to do with myself.

Also I keep thinking it’s Thursday, which is problematic.

What the hell, Cognos?

It’s OK. I don’t actually care if you hate me.

It’s possible that I need that dress.

People actually listen to Verve Pipe?

I wish I was more gifted at writing letters of recommendation. Those bastards are hard.

There is no reason on this Earth that you cannot figure this out for yourself.

This day might need a second Biggby. Except I don’t have time for a second Biggby.

Someone kill this day off now.

If I put this lunch on my calendar are you actually going to show up?

Oh letters.

Maybe social media should be dead.

No social media. Letters. Film. I’m an analog girl living in a digital world.

I stole that line from Neil Gaiman.

Except can I keep texting? On account of I don’t actually like talking on the phone.

I’m itchy. Stupid dry air.

I like that photo.

An. An alligator. Not A alligator. AN.

It’s hard to be haunted.

Wait wait waitwaitwait. This is too rich. All these leftists who are against school choice are threatening to homeschool. I cannot. You’re killing me.

The older I get, the more I am inclined to do things just to piss people off. Y’all need to calm the hell down.

As for me, I’ll continue to homeschool. Thank you very much.

I meant what I said about school choice last week.

Stop automatically making new people “top friends,” Goodreads. First of all, I don’t even know what that means. Secondly, all of them are equal or something – mostly because I have know idea what that means.

What.

Ah Sade. I love you, woman.

I could do without this rapping.

I am very particular about my lip balm.

I can’t get this damn gas smell out of my nose. ARGH.

Oops. Almost forgot the laundry.

I don’t want to go til this Peter Gabriel song is over.

i’ll tell them what the smile on my face meant

Dammit! My clothes still smell like gas. Have to wash them again. Dammit!!

This kid and his completely bizarre sleeping patterns. He’s trying to kill me. I know he is.

I should replace this toaster.

I want a new treadmill.

I would love a box of succulents, thank you.

Maybe I should go back to Twitter. hahahahahaha just kidding.

This whole Krysten Ritter the knitter thing is kind of bugging me.

What is with hipsters and floral prints??

Dued.

Did you eat the last unicorn?

Maybe I should knit nothing but ponchos from now until I die.

Look. I know. But it’s out of control. It’s mass hysteria. It’s like a pandemic of lunacy. It’s exhausting.

Please leave me out of this.

I need to find that book.

fffffffffffff WTF is that??

It’s interesting to be reading GWB’s chapter on choosing staff and his process while Trump is in the process of choosing his administration. Very very different men. GWB is a pretty smart fella.

I feel like I need to remind you at this point that I did not actually vote for GWB.

And also, still a libertarian.

And also, still a political scientist.

Oh man. Good stuff.

I should have started this stupid laundering the gas out laundering earlier. … course I wasn’t home with gas on me earlier …

I need a break from the world.