upon recent reflection I have realized that I have become reliant on one response to almost every customer service interaction, many interactions at work, and probably some in my personal life: after receiving something from someone, I will say “perfect”. I don’t know where I picked this up but now that I am aware of it I am working very hard to discard it and I’m sorry to anyone I may have said it to after being handed a small plastic cup of water on an airplane or my own credit card after purchasing a chicken caesar wrap

end the curse, wizard, I beg of you

they’d never let me on jeopardy even if I was smart enough to pass the tests (which I’m not) because I’d do an audition round and the question would be “what is Harry Potter” and instead I’d say “ewww, uh, what is Harry Potter”

as an american, when people tell me they are from "leeds" or "nottingham", it is like they have said they are from "narnia" or "stormwind", and I am sorry for that

I can’t even wrap my head around what it’s like to be farsighted. Like how can you not see things that are right there. they’re right there

there should be a high-profile indie rhythm game with a soundtrack by glass beach. the gitaroo man of the 2020s

dreaming about checking out The Serviceberry from the library and then just not returning it <3

sorry I didn't post for the first half of February; I was facing the reality of the last 6 months of my life all at once in every way and it sucked shit!!