Jurassic Bark episode of Futurama
NOPE. NOPE NOPE NOPE. My feels cannot take it.
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Jurassic Bark episode of Futurama
NOPE. NOPE NOPE NOPE. My feels cannot take it.
If I want to cry and cry, I can just live my life.
This, entirely. I don't need my emotions yanked out; I can barely keep them down. Catharsis, schmarthis.
I'm about to take a hiatus from social media. All media, in fact. I feel like my mind is getting pulled all over the place, and I need to shut off the noise of the world for a week or so and just be alone with me (and my cats). No computer, no tv, no news, no phones, I'm living in silence (well, with music) for a week.
Oh, Sophia, you had to go there. Major feels.
If I want to cry and cry, I can just live my life.
That is generally how I feel, but if the cry-trigger sneaks up on me, sometimes it seems to be just want I wanted and didn't realize. IDK.
Wow, Zen! I can see the appeal, but that sounds hard to actually do. I hope it's awesome!
We'll be here waiting, Zen.
God, that poor dog.
For all that I'm sitting here crying just thinking about it, I'm thinking of renting it with a finger on the fast forward button just in case.
edit: Renting Up!, that is. Though maybe not. Carl is very Hubby.
Yay drugs for vortex! I ' surprised you hadn't already had the wisdom teeth out!
Brother and I took the bus to the spa town, which was having a folk festival. Except we didn't plan well and did not get to see any folk festival stuff. But we did see a fancy fancy spa town (very ornate) and sit around, and chat, and manage to avoid political stuff, and eat yummy cake. And now we are back, drinking the complimentary fernet, and probably going to karaoke later.
-t, every time UPS pulls up outside* I go to the window to see if it's my dang Skulduggery Pleasant book (speaking of things that will rip my damn heart out). AND IT'S NOT.
*(Seriously, since I work from home I know this: our next-door neighbors get a UPS delivery almost every week day. I can't decide if it's shopping addiction or some sketchy "business" they're running out of their apartment. But, for real, almost every day. Some weeks it IS every day.)
I contend that B.org is not media. It's home.
Ginger's post doesn't have a Like button, darn it!
What. Ginger. Said.