welcome to the danger zone

this reception shift was exactly what I needed its been so chill. knocking on wood as i post this but i’m having a decent time

ok reception part of my shift over that was actually incredibly boring. spent most of my day behind the desk playing on my phone and spinning around in the chair

hard to swallow pills dot jpg. the reason people don’t like when you infodump about your uwu favorite things isn’t because they don’t like hearing about deep sea ecosystems or anime blorbos or whatever it may be. it’s because talking /at/ someone is selfish. have you asked the other person any questions? do you care what they have to say? would you willingly listen to them infodump the same way or would you (be honest) stand there and wait for your turn to talk? people not responding well to your tedtalk on the thing you like isn’t because they’re normies who hate ‘nerd stuff’, it’s because you have substituted conversation for verbal masturbation. hope this helps

Rb to force new people from twitter to eat bees

did you just fucking have this

when you like a beautiful mutual's selfie and you feel like the sewer witch touching them with your gross long finger

really oxidized coin fell out of my wallet and I said out loud to the cashier “oh no, my yucky penny”

Surely THIS time when I get reassurance it will fix me and I will never need validation again!

i must not get takeout. takeout is the wallet-killer. takeout is the little-death that brings total obliteration. i will face the kitchen, fridge, and pantry. i will make choices about what to cook and then execute them. when hunger is gone there will be nothing. only i will remain.