I end up looking at well-decorated kitchen islands.
I have accepted that I’m weird and I’m totally fine with that.
Sometimes I don’t know what I did to entertain myself before I got the internet.
How hard could it be to find things to do without connectivity, right?
p/s: no coloring books–those coloring books are stressful af; midway through and it’s like a competition with myself to see if I can hang that shit up in an art gallery…
Add fermented foods to your diet.
More kimchi and sauerkraut… slightly less wine.
The security guard at my yoga space asked me if I regularly take protein after class while scanning my ID.
Not sure if genuine question or Asian passive aggressiveness to hint that I should be taking more protein…
A fellow crypto degenerate just asked in chat if we would follow him on Instagram. Of course we said yes (nothing could possibly go wrong, right?).
Man is a thirst trap and everyone is freaking out right now.
I’ve noticed that I get very fidgety when my title gets brought up even though I don’t believe in titles (read: I don’t care what your title is, please just get your shit done).
My current title has the word “director” in it and it just feels odd every time someone else uses it.
You gotta love memes on the internet.
TIL hermit crabs have a pretty awesome housing exchange system going on.
See it in all its glory here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f1dnocPQXDQ
Spoiler: I see line cutting is not just a shitty human thing.
The “Historical Romance” genre is pretty much… 90,000 words of misogyny.
So… my sister just casually mentioned there’s an outbreak of Japanese Encephalitis over in Victoria.
That’s plague, war, and pestilence.
Guess famine’s coming real soon with the wheat shortage.