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My anxiety dreams have progressed from “I haven’t been to class all year!” to “I haven’t shown up at my third job all year!”

300 porn, probably.

I think we ought to prosecute John Roberts as accessory to Trump's crimes.

Stephen King’s “Ut”- A small Maine town is terrorized by a sewer-dwelling Guido of Arezzo. (TV-MA: violence, solfège)

Weird how Mardi Gras is always right before Lent.

No, see, it’s a medicinal bacon cheeseburger. I need it for the dopamine.

That was my experience with xfinity

The only Democrats who want this are the useless idiots in Congress. Abolish ICE now.

I’d settle for one that lets you change it back to “Gulf of Mexico.”

This one is personal. My brother’s a UU pastor in the region and I hope he doesn’t have to make hard decisions.

My iPhone still reads “Gulf of America.” Fuck that guy sideways.

Jfc I knew dozens of her in high school and university.

“Choda Girl”?

It’s all good, I’ve learned not to expect anything of celebs but felt an abuse survivor simpatico with him.

And still part of me wants to approach him cis het white dude to cis het white dude to get him to see how he stepped in it.

Heh. Not the first one I’ve known either. Used to accompany a voice major starting T. Their teacher happened to specialize in boy’s changing voices and was absolutely tickled to put it to new use.

I was almost with him about 100% alignment but damn I am never ever going to invalidate a trans person’s anger.

Survivorship bias, thy name is mustard blotch.

I wish his social media team picked a better employer.

Aw, thanks for the follow back :)

One of the few instruments recording technology has never done justice.

One of the neatest things I’ve witnessed lately is a NB singer acquaintance documenting their voice change journey on T-therapy. Pure human joy.

My dream job is a historic sanctuary with one of those old beasts. They’re fun to drive. :)

Out of curiosity I would pick up a copy of Science and Health and try to decipher a few paragraphs. Impenetrable Victorian spiritualist word salad.

Oof, sorry about that double negative I don’t know what I wasn’t thinking.

Oh goddamnit do I have to kill another idol?

I’ve listened to countless hours of live Grateful Dead and can name the year in a blind listen with stunning accuracy. Are you telling me there aren’t people who can’t taste an EVOO and tell you the region, the soil composition, and the weather on the day of harvest?

The neurospicy in me absolutely sees how it can be an interest.

And that’s including Harding.

Reminds of subbing at a Christian Science church on occasion. The organ was off in the wings, so I managed to read bad fiction while the speakers recited Mary Baker Eddy in a monotone.