Just A Rusty Ampersand that does Nothing

a lot of writing is sort of watching the film in your head like oh sorry can’t write the chapter yet i have to repeat hallucinate the dialogue first

one time I went over to a friend's house and their housemate was making paper in the living room, and we saw this big tub full of water they were using to dissolve old scrap paper into a slurry, and everyone was immediately like "oh, you need scrap paper?" and started turning out their jacket pockets and producing expired coupons and bus tickets and crumpled receipts and old shopping lists and whatever else they'd been carrying round with them for no good reason, and passing it all to the paper-making housemate to make sure it was suitable before it got torn up and dropped into the tub, while people took turns stirring the slurry with a big wooden stick. it was strangely ritualistic, like presenting an offering to some kind of temple elder for inspection before placing it in a watery shrine to be devoured and reformed. pulp for the pulp god.

walking into the pissing me off factory then being surprised when I get pissed off

This post is ancient and stupid but I still laugh whenever I see it

Ancient and BRILLIANT, I think you mean.

"i ate too many cookies" is truly an ageless problem. an unlearnable lesson.

You can tell Toby Fox is from New England because there are a million quaint little small towns around here that look exactly like Hometown. Come on down to South Westchesterfordshireham, Massachusetts (pronounced "WEST-er-for-sure-um"), where the biggest three buildings are the town hall, the vaguely Protestant church, and the police station where they enforce with Puritan fervor the 35mph speed limit. I bet there's a Dunkin' Donuts just beyond the police tape

Official Post of Massachusetts

my doctor told me i have to do PT this fucking sucks

these exercises are sooo monotonous like i keep walking down the same hallway over and over 🙄

who was that.

the fucking fetus in the sink won't accept my insurance