AND I just had a friendly conversation with a neighbor in the elevator without going BLEEP BLORP. I am streets ahead.

I was proud of myself for just buying new throw pillows for the couch.

Well, earlier in the week I was failing at feeding myself, so celebrate those throw pillows, fuck yeah. I also spent all morning in bed reading Yuri!!! on Ice fan fiction.

I'm going to put the sheets back on my bed and then sit down with a library book.

Some have broilers, some having warming drawers, some have storage drawers. And near everybody in this argument (which is going down in more places than just Steph's (autocorrect: Stroh's), is acting like there is ONE TRUE OVEN DESIGN and making me crazy.

Ha! I'm amused that some of you found the post. I didn't realize he made it public.

And near everybody in this argument (which is going down in more places than just Steph's (autocorrect: Stroh's), is acting like there is ONE TRUE OVEN DESIGN and making me crazy.

And I'm the weirdo going "Look, ISTG our electric stove has a warming drawer...but we don't use it that way because storage is at a premium."

(autocorrect: Stroh's)

Which is "shorts" spelled backwards. (Thank you, college.)

There are days when sticking my head in the warming drawer of an electric oven would be very appealing, btw.

Happy (belated?) birthday, Andi! It is wonderful that you are in the world.

Tech-ma, erika.

Worried about omnis

Sigh. Same here.

I'm trying to promote the idea that providing me with a flamethrower would contribute to world peace which could benefit many. Others around me mentioned that it may be so because no one around would stay alive after I'll be given said flamethrower due to my awkwardination. It led to the following conversation today:

"If all you have is a hammer, everything looks like a nail". "And if all you have is a flamethrower, everything looks like marshmallow".

"If all you have is a hammer, everything looks like a nail". "And if all you have is a flamethrower, everything looks like marshmallow".

NATLBSB!

Speaking of taglines, my old Feminist Hulk one was never more appropriate than on Saturday!

HULK MAKE SURE TO PACK SNACKS FOR DAY OF FUCKING UP PATRIARCHY. NOTHING WORSE THAN BLOOD SUGAR CRASH MID-SMASH.

In other news, one of my team members called out sick today and let me know that she's dealing with mental health stuff. She is by far the bubbliest person on my team, so it just reminds me that you can't tell from looking at someone what they are going through on the inside!

I just got the baby in this slice of king cake, except the baby has arms that are twice as long as they should be.