When tomorrow comes, I'll be ready for yesterday.

having audio processing issues is so humiliating like yeah i heard you and yeah i was actively listening but the problem is i dont know what the fuck you sayed

I'm 75% anxiety and 25% silly goose

my brain is so fucking mean to me man what's up with that. we're on the same team here buddy. fuckin get with it

daily mood

a few days ago bf told me that a couple years ago when he played counterstrike he would respond to dudes getting angry and aggressive and hostile by saying “a kissaroo from me to you” in a slightly goofy friendly voice sort of like the voice you’d associate with a dog muppet.  he said they would absolutely lose their shit every time, insisting things like “i dont want a kissaroo from you!  only tall blonde girls!”.  they always said kissaroo.  i cant stop thinking about this

me, taking a nap to avoid all my responsibilities: I can have a little unconsciousness. as a treat.

pissed off that i dint get a package because i dint order anything because i cant afford anything 😡

*loves to give praise