one of the most fucked up aspects of being an adult is really how life-goes-on everything is. like you can be dealing with the most fucked up trauma-drama-grief and still have to sleep and eat food to survive and like. poop. pooping while you're really sad shouldn't be a thing but it is. we don't have a say in the matter. life goes on

i love final girl concept so much because yes the last one standing should always be a woman. women even. i am greedy like that

attaching something to an email is so scary. what if i accidentally put hard-core porn in there. i don't think i have any downloaded but what if i do and i attached it to the email. what then.

"trump dying won't fix fascism" neither would a big steamy bowl of pad thai but I still want it

Actually no how the fuck is it august

Happy “how the fuck is it august” to those who celebrate!

the fun thing about having a mental health crashout in your thirties is that sure yeah you're crashing out, but at the same time there's a part of you standing across the room smoking ben affleck style, going yeah yeah you're crashing out. you crashed out before you will crash out again can we wrap this up yet. and the most annoying part about it is that they're right, and that that does Not stop you from crashing out even a little. love and light on planet earth.

Oh we're all feeling this one aren't we?

and that much ado? it's about nothing

Since this post is currently circulating, I want to mention that I deleted my podcast app shortly after I made the original post and I feel like my quality of life has greatly improved.