here's a funny conversation topic i had a with a friend: if you're over the age of 25, when's the last time you really *ran* in a panic (like you were late, chasing after something, etc. things like a marathon don't count!) and what was it for?
in loving memory of my favorite shirt
turmeric kun update
Hmm hmm hmm. oxiclean loves her for who she is but turmeric cannot help but change her
puppy's gonna need a smoke and a drink and a solid brick to the head ok?
IN A TRANSITIONAL PERIOD OF MY LIFE…
The people who say shit like "I don't dream about labour" when asked about their dream job make me sad. It's not their fault and it's an obvious conclusion to come to in the environment that we live in, but they really do seem to make no difference between work, and being exploited. You do want to work, it is inherent human nature to want to do things, you just don't want to slave for shit wages while making profit for someone else.
If art wasn't an option and I didn't have to worry about being profitable, I know what I would be doing: Keep a little shop selling secondhand-thirdhand buttons and buckles.
Thrift shops and secondhand stores could dump (or sell, whatever) their unsold and unwanted goods to me, and I could spend all day going through the heaps and picking them apart, plucking the still-perfectly-good buttons, zippers and buckles out of discarded things with threadbare fabrics and sell them.
Probably also making those little trinket storage boxes out of hollowed-out books. By hollowing out books that nobody wanted or read.
so let's fade away together, one dream at a time 📼
fob vhs series
Clown cars actually operate on two opposite sides of a bell curve - the most average-sized cars transporting a sensible amount of people are the least clown cars. So while the more famous type of clown car is the comically tiny vehicle that can fit an absurdly large amount of clowns inside, a huge fuck-off giant pavement princess ego truck that is only used for transporting the driver around is also a clown car.
“surely this will not cause my chronic illness to flare up,” i say, actively doing something that has never failed to flare my chronic illness
thought autocomplete would take me to outlook dot com not realising id forgotten the T before i pressed enter. However was very much pleased at what it took me to instead. I think I don't want to see my emails now. I think I will stay with the oul.