#sockblogging

i think im finally out of my scared of other people era. turns out you can just talk to whoever you want whenever you want and usually they are nice, and if they're not nice then they're probably just being weird so it doesn't matter.

my favorite pair of shoes died today but i think their spirit released a good energy into the world because a million beautiful things happened to me. the universe is smiling on me!

nothing worse than fratty white boys pulling up to a rave. im here to dance with 10,000 beautiful transgender people. get out.

On days when I play salmon run I always yet visions of the game at night while I try to fall asleep. Straight up getting flashbacks to having missles launched at me and hoards of salmoniods when I close my eyes. It takes so much longer to fall asleep because of this I need compensation from Mr. Grizz.

Chris Pratt delivers a performance so inferior to Jack Black's in the Mario movie that the kid behind me in the theater was saying "I want the bad guy to win!" Over an over by the end of the movie

I feel like every time I talk to the guy at the corner store I sound like the most normal human person ever. He'll be like "what have you been up to today?" and I'm like "I took a nap, and now I'm hungry." or he'll ask "what are your plans for this evening." and I'll say "I'm going to sit outside and eat a sandwich." The simple things in life are all I can think of

I'll be like "im quitting caffeine" and then 2 days later i'll drink some caffeine to remind myself why I'm quitting caffeine