Shipping people, Blogging things.

a long ass time ago one of the sites i have my email on sold my information to whoever and a kink supply store got ahold of it and gives me like daily emails and i don’t wanna get off the mailing list because then i would miss stuff like this

jesus, trying to explain to his disciples about his own fate:

depressed kids in the media: I don’t wanna go to therapy! I don’t need help! I’m not some specimen for you to dissect!

families of depressed kids in media: okay sweetie we’ve researched depression for ten hours straight and signed you up for therapy and re-arranged your school schedule to be less stressful

Therapists in the media: *understanding head tilt*

Therapists in Media: Lets do some art therapy and be really quiet while we talk about your feelings :)))))) also I’m prescribing you 500 different medicines

Therapist in media: serious face the whole time

therapists in media: refined, cultured, poised, “I’m afraid I haven’t [heard of the nerdy thing their patient just referenced]”

Actual things my therapist has told me:

it amuses me to see people being surprised/impressed/amused by this setup, because it’s extremely common on the plains. if you don’t plant a windbreak, your heating and cooling bills are huge, and storms do things like throw the lawnmower through the living room window, take the roof off, or cake the entire north side of the house with six inches of solid ice.

Me, a writer: I don’t want to write this next scene.