i'll fight like hell to hide that i'm giving up

the gay pirates have overtaken my brain and I'm mad about it

so I'm slightly stoned at the Claremont metrolink station and there's some sort of concert thing going on with four old dudes playing instrumental stuff that would not sound out of place on a later mountain goats album and it is very much a vibe

I keep wanting to make a joke about how my hair is keeping pace with my current media obsession and I liked the Josh Homme a lot better than the Justin Taylor, but I suppose I can't really call it a pattern without a third example

tried to donate plasma and they literally took my blood pressure and went "uhhh, are you okay?" so that's delightful

could this possibly be a real thing? it seems entirely too good to be true.

have decided to add cranberry curd tart to my thanksgiving repertoire this year. stirring a pot of thick, sticky deep-red goop for several minutes straight, otherwise unmoving while quietly singing "mosquito song" is...well, it's a look, I'm sure.

totally just passed a Michael Distortion cosplayer at Midsummer Scream but failed to register it until I was too far away to comment :(

how the hell are the people lining up to fling themselves over a goddamned 600-foot cliff the same ones going "owie 😣 viper huwted my head i don't like it 😣😣"

*day three of being trapped in a rollercoaster wikivortex* not a drop, not a drop, not a real drop, that is a banked turn, not a drop... christ alive, whatever happened to reaching the top of the lift hill and looking down like Oh I Have Fucked Up?

*mixing gatorade into a slush puppie* potion of please don't explode my head

man I love upcharging cops and giving discounts to garbage men :)

*watching people casually roleplay on tma Reddit* how are you doing that?

Oh I Cannot Feel My Face :)