Spooky Day

Boobs

Mischief

*sound of my psyche shattering into a billion pieces*

it can be therapeutic to admit "actually my childhood was deeply fucking awful." not "my parents tried" or "there were good times too" or "I was lucky in certain ways" but solely to acknowledge "I went though some fucking messed up shit what the fuck was that about "

Sometimes I'm having a good day. Other times I remember my middle name's Paul.

Someone has messaged me with a link that they claim is the "best adult game". If it is not Skyrim I will be very sad.

this is really good news! the writer’s strike is over! let’s hope the same positive outcome for the sag strike next

Never thought that I'd be cackling like a mad scientist at the prospect of going to bed early, but here I am.