Im A Creep Im A Bimbo, Or Whatever Radiohead Said

I love this website so much

okay. which of you motherfuckers taught my vile little homunculus how to put on eyeliner

it is fucking serving.

you blog long enough and you stop making jokes. start posting at two week intervals. shit like "i saw a bug today" and "the visions are getting worse"

had a dream about getting addicted to vaseline on toast. my girlfriend crying, begging me to stop eating "that miserable greasy toast"

I hate to break it to you but skeletons are, in fact, real. There's one incredibly close to you at this very second

this is like that one summer I played too much chess, and then I was standing in line at the grocery store at a slightly diagonal angle to the person in front of me and I had this light go off in my brain like “weak pawn structure this is your chance” before I realized that it was real life actually.

what is that thing

is anyone else constantly afraid they’ll be “caught” doing stuff they’re obviously allowed or even supposed to do

uh oh 😖 I’m playing video games 😰 on my computer 🫢 that I own 😨 if anyone sees this I’m going to have to fake my own death

doing my stupid job at the stupid factory. hearing an alarm go off. there's been a brilliant accident

I had a dream that a bunch of people were making jokes about how the economy was so bad that gay people couldn't afford closets and were just "in the corner"