meet me in the town

I have all the ingredients to make one of my incredible, highly inaccurate frying pan quesadillas and I'm sooooo excited

You had me until the pita bread

I will happily call this a "very flat chicken sandwich" instead if it helps you (and the Texans)

every day i wake up and people have convinced themselves of some stupid new bullshit

anyway atlantic records did not fucking assassinate a guy for dropping them and mildly criticizing them publicly

and if we live in some fluke universe where a record label literally killed a man and half a dozen innocent bystanders then i’ll eat crow. but guys. they did not.

Mom has decided she's going to ride with me for (hopefully only) some of the trip, so now I have to make a "mother friendly" playlist too.

If I make her listen to medieval lo-fi for like 4 hours do you think she'll go back to Dad's car

I just settled on my old trustworthy strategy of "bring at least one outfit for every possible weather or social situation, including a funeral" (that last part is something mom drilled into me as a teenager bc we have uh, a lot of elderly relatives out east). Is this efficient? No. Does it appease my horrible anxiety about being under or overdressed, too cold, too warm, stinky, or making a bad impression? Absolutely.

My goal for today is to relax as much as possible and enjoy my last "zero responsibility or need to interact with humans" day for a week

relaxing day is less fun when your brain keeps making up new things for you to do and your list for tomorrow keeps growing

I really don't have much going on in my life, except the horrors, so when people ask me questions it feels like a test of some kind