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Currently on my shit list: documents that specify "he or she."

Welp.

Nah.

I just came here to say: Tech Farce. That is all.

Mental notes for me are worth exactly the paper they’re printed on right now (Yes, yes I know.)

If you can have a disco nap, can you also have a disco snack?

Hands at 11 and 5, speeding through downtown to The Crystal Method’s Comin’ Back under the near-full Strawberry Moon at 3 am with my hair a mess, only to bump into a neighbor upon arrival ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

The knives are out, kids. Fair warning.

Left hand entirely curled around the top of the wheel, right hooked through one gap at 5ish, speeding past a backup on the right, blasting Heat Seeker by DREAMERS through quarter-cracked windows on the highway between Augusta and Division

Don’t call it an interregnum; we’ve been here for years

I identify as a problem

Congratu-fuuuuuuck.

I dearly want to go back to bed.

My hair woke up and chose violence today

Very glad my startle response these days is to say “oh!” rather than anything else, or that dog startling me with an open chai in my hand would’ve gotten messy very quickly

Hands at noon and 5, cruising along the curve of the southbound split between 90/94 and 55, in a purple long-sleeved tee visible under a violet and white plaid flannel and light grey jeans with my iridescent lavender Fluevog sneakers, listening to the news.

Just passed someone in an all-white sweatsuit set, and wanted to put a sign on them that would name this their Halloween costume. Would just need to say “Bold move, cotton.”