In case no one told you recently, I’m proud of you. You’re trying so, so hard, and you’re so, so strong. You’re doing so well. I believe in you.
you know, considering how many times rich people are mentioned as sinful in the Bible versus how many times homosexuals are mentioned as sinful in the Bible, it’s really funny how I’ve never seen entire Christian organizations go out of their way to criticize, boycott, or deny services to rich people…
weird how that works, huh
- “That’s the fourth time this week you’ve brought up cannibalizing me. Should I be worried?”
- “So needless to say, she peed on me.”
- “Wow, this Heineken has such a smooth finish!”
- “Do you think I can fit an entire orange in my mouth?”
- “If I hear someone sing Hamilton in the shower again I’m joining them in their shower so I can drown them.”
- “Someone just gave me a free cake. Should I be worried?”
- “How did they manage to get that in BOTH shower stalls!?”
- “How much caffeine is poisonous? Asking for myself, I’m actually worried.”
- faintly, as though yelled from in a room down the hall “Can you come hand me my Swiss rolls? My head spins if I sit up.”
- “Well you see, Marxism is actually” *anguished yelling from multiple people*
- “Why is Ross sitting in a box in the hallway with a sweatervest draped over his head?” “Stress.”
- “What’s the difference between an undergraduate research assistant and a random nosy 19 year old? Less than you’d think!”
- “Let Bob Ross caress your happy little struggles away.”
- “He talks like he thinks the world is waiting with bated breath to hear what he thinks about Fight Club.”
- *screaming in harmony with a vacuum*
Ross is a big mood
Life Update: Ross has gotten married and is having a kid in August, the nosy 19 year old is starting her doctorate in the fall, and I’m marrying the person who retrieved my Swiss rolls (I had the flu).
Depression and Anxiety is like radiation. There’s always a little bit of it in the background but not enough to kill you. Then once in a while you get a free trip to Chernobyl.
being a broadway performer must be pretty crazy bc ur mostly low profile except for to one horrifying brand of teenager who happens to be obsessed with you
we need to stop getting at people for having harmless ~cringey~ interests and instead team up to oppress the serial killer fans
Accidentally typed “indistinct buttering” instead of muttering and that is somehow super creepy. Like, you can just barely hear…in the other room…the scrape of a knife against toast.
That’s just how it is in England.
Toast is central to British life, and yes, indistinct buttering is totally a real thing.
The least realistic thing about the Lord of the Rings is that a team got together for a group project, decided everything in one meeting, and their plan worked.
The group abandoned the original plan halfway up Caradhras, split up several times, some group members started looking into different projects, found new partners and ended up doing something else, the original plan was abandoned early on, and the project was salvaged at the last moment by the one group member that didn’t get sidetracked. Sounds like a pretty astute description of teamwork to me
