so frustrating to be a skeptic with a sense of whimsy because like. I want there to be cryptids. I want there to be magic. I want there to be evidence of something we don't fully understand and can't explain. but then 99% of the "proof" out there for that stuff is like. the most obvious scam you've ever seen in your life.

i need to go to the gym and i rlly need to book this goddamn flight but all i want to do is lay on the couch orz

Why are there people at the gym

sometimes i have strong opinions but they're also so inane that halfway through writing a post i'll be like "yeah, this is Absolutely not worth the energy it's taking" and delete everything. but then the opinion is still in my head. and i still want to share it. so within five minutes i go "you know, i bet i can phrase it more succinctly this time" and anyway. you all see where this is going. sometimes i do this four times in a row before i give up on the specific inane opinion and instead write a vague post about the concept of opinions as if that'll satisfy the urge to post the entirety of my inner monologue online. may or may not be relevant to what you're reading right now. and now all our lives have been enriched. you're welcome

I watched a YouTube video the other day where someone watched just the first and last eps of supernatural and (a) very quickly cemented that the YouTuber was someone I would never want to meet in person but (b) there was a weird sort of vindication in watching someone speedrun the experience of “wow this show is flawed but pretty compelling and solidly written” -> “what the fuck was that,” and (c) this has led to me putting spn on in the background while I work and (d) being a liiil nostalgic about it in a “spn would be so good if it were good” way

ALSO (e) judging their depiction of small town Iowa

holy fuc

I didn’t even know it had a name