Faggotron 3000

Tonight, he came in 2 and half hours late, pulled out the smallest pallet, told me that my next task is to do the largest pallet, then went on break. Not even 10 minutes after clocking in, he went on break.

a thing about me is i basically never notice a wig or other kind of hairpiece in tv/movies. it has to be party city territory for me to even twig it. people will complain about characters' wigs looking bad and i will nod along but there is like a 90% chance i did not notice for a second while watching. i consider this mostly a blessing.

nobody talks about how exhausting it is to live in that space between "things will get better" and "i can't handle this anymore." it's like your emotions are constantly swinging. leaving you both hopeful and defeated in the same day.

one thing about Neal is he beats the "protagonist being the only person who talks" allegations by having a good reason to constantly be talking which is he sticks his hand up in meetings and literally wiggles with impatience until called on . everybody else would love to say something but unfortunately Peter has to first get the opinion of his special fucking guy or his guy will start ripping the erasers off of pencils and eating them

i bet it feels good to be an underwater plant just swaying in sync with the flow of water

At this point I've seen like three unconnected pieces of American media set in a superficially idyllic small town with a big fuckoff lake that functions as a liminal boundary between the Known and the Unknown and in which a major character attempts suicide by drowning, and now I'm wondering if the Liminal Death Lake is just a thing American small towns have.