something good

Oh, my word we care.

pasta is so comforting. pasta is my best friend. pasta my beloved. pasta is my boyfriend pasta is a god pasta is the breeze in my hair in the weekend pasta is a relaxing thought!!!

Can’t wait for, like, 2025 when we look back on the 2018/2019 era and say “hey, remember when we were all really freaking depressed? That was a crazy time! Glad we aren’t like that anymore”

Hey,

Don’t say anything

the worst part about grief is that it feels like the world should be horrendously earth shatteringly changed, and to an extent it IS but its also the same. to everyone else it's just another tuesday. the world moves on. you have to go grocery shopping.

see the THING IS I don't feel like I ever worked hard enough to have "earned" the burnout, which is. probably how we got here.

Why do people feel so entitled to ask someone to give up their assigned, paid for seat? If you want to sit in a window seat/ with your spouse/next to your kid then pay the damn fee to reserve those specific seats! Your lack of planning is not some other poor traveler's problem!

What @scarygodmother said. It drives me bonkers when parents don’t pay the extra fee associated with having assigned seats. Why should someone give up their seat because of your poor planning? I’m a parent who has flown with a small child many, many times. There are so many things that are out of your control but planning for seats is not one of them.

shout out to everyone who participated in the january-february mass depressive episode

Thank you everyone for another great turnout to the january-february mass depressive episode

I am both “PRIORITY SPECIMEN” (to myself, anyway), and “BEDTIME”

I am a SENIOR PET who WILL BITE.

SPECIMEN REJECTED. INCINERATE.

ABNORMAL/SPICY CHICKEN combo here.