Good Boy™

I’m in a PotO4PotO (Phantom of the Opera for Phantom of the Opera) relationship. We’re always competing for whose soul is more tortured and who gets to unmask his hideous visage first. We live in adjacent underground lakes beneath the same opera house. We only recently became aware of each other, after months of narrow misses while conducting opera ghost business. I have more candelabras than he does. He doesn’t even have a waterfall down here.

Baby name of the day is Ransom Chance, given to a baby boy born in Louisiana in 1849.

I was shocked because Ransom Chance is such a 2026 white Utahan baby name. It feels like something you would see spelled out on the wall in a mom influencer’s nursery tour.

Today, some people have old person names. A man in the latter half of the 19th century had a family vlogger baby name.

quitting my job to be a full time upstairs neighbor. bowling balls are in the mail as we speak

hate it when the people who I love are suffering due to circumstances beyond my control 👎 there should be a sea monster that I can slay to fix the problem

nobody ever gets locked in a tower or chained to a rock at sea anymore - it's always some shit like chronic illness or ptsd related depression

Capulets vs Montagues

Two houses, utterly devoid of dignity

My longhouse is perfectly constructed. Every morning when I wake up in bed at the far end of my longhouse, I say my syllable. Then I spend all day sitting in bed. By sunset my syllable has traveled to the other end of my longhouse and back, and as it smacks me in the head, I fall asleep. My longhouse is perfectly constructed.

Walk Like No One Is Driving

SLUT WORLD IS UNDER ATTACK