We all talk about Ariana grandes clear anorexia but I really do think we’re gonna see the “Ariana Grande Dead at 33” headline soon. It already kind of feels like the story’s been written. She feels like she’s occupying the same place in our collective conscious as Karen carpenter, very talented and dead too soon, even though she’s still alive.

God I wish I had some pretzels

There’s a dead, perfectly intact wasp on my deck. Should I do something with it. Like art wise

Moving company like, “we can’t move live plants :( we can’t move a tv without a box or a liability waiver :( we can’t move a mattress without a liability waiver :( we can’t move anything in bags, it has to be in a sealed box or tote :( that’ll be $2,000 :)”

Ugh, dark rainy Friday and nothing to do but hang out in my cozy bed. What a dream

I was just in Walmart where I hate going and I turned down an aisle and there was an old couple, man and woman, and the woman was like literally white as a sheet and she had her eyes closed and the guy was right on her side, lips pressed to her ear, whispering something. I looked away and looked back a second or two later and the woman had her eyes open and was grabbing net something to put in the cart. Im sure it had a normal explanation, but in that moment, it was the scariest thing I’d ever seen in my life. I about had a psychotic break.

Just took a big swig of my apple juice without realizing that I accidentally grabbed a zero sugar one from the fridge instead of normal. Thought I was dying.

Being someone who prefers dogs to cats on radblr is like, I imagine, being a boy mom on radblr. Or being straight on radblr. We’re ALL a minority. We’re in the glee club.