Agora's plaintive meows when we're cuddling and I have to get up will yet be the death of me.

Reset my absentee voting registration so that my lack of proper facilities for legal-size printing doesn't screw me again.

If I'm to be tied to that hellish swing state, I shall at least make my contribution to what's left of democracy there.

Is there any moment more tense than when you've gotten the eyeliner on one eye EXACTLY right?

Every now and then, I think about how, in Spanish, "solitude" and "loneliness" both translate to "soledad."

"I feel like this guy wasn't born so much as budded off of some more successful disappointment at age 37."

Confront the darkness within yourself and emerge victorious, bathed in the viscera of your inner demons, born anew.

Stoned Dem Primary Lady / TimeCube Guy 2020.

Suggested Slogan: "This is already hell. Let's make it a simulation."

Whenever someone reminds Stoned Dem Primary Lady that TimeCube Guy has been dead for several years, she chugs a gallon of ayahuasca and ascends to the 15th dimension.

I just read the phrase "flesh storm of viscera" with my own face eyes and now, so must you.

Today, when I woke up, my cat was yowling. I searched frantically, worried she'd managed to tear open my window screen or trap herself in a closet.

When I finally found her, she was asleep inside the bottom lining of my armchair. Near as I can tell, her complaint was that she heard my alarm and was too far away to cuddle before I got out of bed.

I have yet to see a "clever ways to get your kid to do what you want them to do" post that doesn't fill me with horror and loathing.

Crossing my legs is an actively joyful experience.

Huh. Apparently, while I was trying to write a short story that turned into a novella, I ended up writing a literal short novel, by way of crossing the 40k-word mark.

I am blown away. And very proud of this piece of fiction. May it soon see the light of day.

On this day, I think about Bae Doona, America Ferrera, Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez, Dichen Lachman, and all of the other big names whose existence helps me correct my disordered thoughts about my body and especially my face.

Just submitted "Forget Me, Khutaland" to another outlet.

Here's hoping.

Slowly taking on a desert rodent's thermoregulatory scheme, in which I let the morning chill take me so that the afternoon heat is a relief for the first few hours.

I just love the genus name, "Aldrovanda." You hear that name and think, this plant is an artist that paints pictures of bicycles, or maybe a baker that blends their grandmother's old-country recipes with modern ingredients, and then she introduces herself and it's all "I lure pond bugs into my embrace and then eat them. Have a flower."
It's wonderful.

Is there a process for optimizing the position of the triangles on a bikini top?

Asking for a friend who is me.

Three tattoos in, I can confirm: The weirdest part of getting inked is definitely the skin confetti.

I'm in a turtle identification group on Facebook and every third post is "WTF there's a dinosaur laying eggs in my yard" followed by "That's a Chelydra serpentina, common snapping turtle."

And then by me adding, "Do not approach the front end if you like having the number of fingers you currently have."

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