The world has no shortage of assholes.
Also this lipstick lasts a long time. AND I feel like I need less lip balm while I’m wearing it. I think I’m hooked.
What’s a fancy way of saying “give us money”?
Ah ha. That would be why I can’t do this.
Damn. Mike Rowe’s losing all that weight, getting all super sexy again. Sheesh.
Oh dear Lord.
There’s no way they’ll let me in. I’m not their kind of academic.
Even if I have been described as brilliant by at least one PhD, who doesn’t even particularly like me.
Ugh. Yes, but I’m stopping for a chai. Which won’t help me cool off at all. But so delicious.
I can’t deal with this “real feel” 100 bloody degrees foolishness. I can’t.
An ad for “pee proof” underwear just came up in my IG feed. Jesus. I’m not that old. I can still technically have babies, for Christ’s sake.
I hate Facebook a little bit more every day.
I do find it endlessly amusing that all the people who bitched so loudly about ALL THE POLITICS are posting nothing but politics these days. People are fascinating.
I know it’s not what Sartre meant, but that doesn’t make it any less true.
Isn’t art what we make of it?
73% humidity. I feel like I’m swimming.
I won’t apologize for it.
I can’t help it if I find John Roberts oddly attractive.
I need to stop being so hard on myself.
Sorry, I was so busy laughing at the absurdity of ever actually being able to follow through on that statement that I lost track of everything.
I have very little random today. I don’t know what’s going on.
They can’t all be winners.
Never thought I’d be choosing fireplace doors as a job activity …
It smells really weird in here today. Like old rotting onions and chicken bedding that needs to be changed, only not quite as pungent.
I need this shirt. Because it’s true.
Wow. OK. I get the message. Thanks. Thanks so much.
I guess it doesn’t matter. Fuck it.
I know. I talked to him first.
I’m not at all comfortable today.
I do really like that song. I wish it was on Spotify so I could add it to this playlist.
I should get those Americana All Stars. It’s like Converse made them just for me.
Yes, I am incredibly competent. I know it’s a shock.
I like tiny Twixes.
This is the Mondayest Thursday ever.
I don’t know. I give up. Let’s all drive to Florida.
This podcast about the Boston Stranglers is pretty good. Very well done.
Your badge is no good here.
I started writing that letter something like a month ago.
I don’t know why this roll of garbage bags is sitting here.
FOR A BRIEF SHINING MOMENT
I’m much better at convincing others than myself, I suppose.