contemplating casting dark magic.
in the tofu press. wish it were a physical tofu press, because that would actually make me be less in the figurative tofu press.
i am always in need of a beverage.
twelve open tabs: eleven anime fanfics and the wikipedia page for jean-paul sartre.
a good question to ask is "why?"
i came scarily close to being omurice-deprived, but luckily there was another source of omurice.
slowly training myself in the art of "doing things" that i "want to do."
life hack you can put pepper on french fries.
my envious awe as a kid towards people who knew how to do the rainbow color change effect in windows movie maker videos.
motherfucking bananas that are green and brown at the same time.
the almost wounded face someone makes when overwhelmed by the cuteness of something, such as a pet.
mmm, shitty old grapes, the perfect thing to make into juice.
the octoberpus has 10 tentacles.
toes are like worse fingers. but they do their job.
ahh, farming. humanity's oldest video game.
i'm the anti chris fleming. i don't know any kinds of guys.
chicharrón call that a porkchip.
at one point i formulated the hypothesis that 0.0000001% of my mind is devoted to remembering milo & otis at all times.
if there weren't infinity, wouldn't that be fucked up?
only interested in books with "princess" in the title if the princess is the main character.
my innie uses google chrome because i cb fucking a. edge can continue to languish though.
the viral tumblr post to webcomic pipeline.
but my laurels are so cozy.
assonance is a babe to me. a sexy babe.
fursona idea: hello kitty with realistic human eyes.
flowcharts are god.
is there a lovelier set of words than "her wife" or "his husband"?
you gotta keep existing because every day there are more decades old TV shows you've never heard of to learn about.
i'm not in the habit of pointing out things that are obvious except for when i am.
a scrabbling crab flipping patties of sand.
scooby-doo skin sclera.
i'm glad that art that i think is bad exists.
latest interest: worms.
what did people do without toothpicks and nail clippers? die? die immediately?
one day i will watch even one single thing created by david lynch so that i understand what "lynchian" means.
people love kim kitsuragi so much that for a long time i thought he was the protagonist of the game. (i still have not played disco elysium.)
they should invent a way to step out of your comfort zone that doesn't involve stepping out of your comfort zone.
bugs is free animals.
in an episode of supernatural (the racist truck one) two men are playing checkers against each other but they are sitting side by side, and i thought wow, yeah, you can do that. you can play checkers while sitting next to someone instead of across the board from them.
¯\_(ツ)_/¯
guess i'll persevere
apatosaurus.
how i've been is a combination of pleased cruising and also wanting to pull my eyeballs out like ticker tape. such is the melange of life.
every city is the same city.
an octopus with eight strong arms.
gender equality is recognizing that moms also fall asleep in armchairs.
kellogg's frosted fucks.
you gotta keep existing because every day there are more weird new animals to learn about.
staycation activity #2: becoming more fortified and nutrient-enriched and full of shit. and maybe more Spiritually Handsome also.
staycation activity #1: continuing my danny phantom rewatch that i said i'd do and then didn't do but now i'm doing it but didn't say i'd do it but now i am saying i'm doing it so maybe now i won't do it.
embarking on an impromptu staycation from Online. duration of this: ???
1.5 liter bottle of mango calpico, where would i be without you? still completely fine, but worse off.
i need to return to the task at hand: watching billy batson go sicko mode.