What Are You Even Supposed To Eat For Dinner

i would like to propose a new accessibility feature for movies where every time a brown-haired white man comes on screen they tell me which one he is

had a dream that started out kind of sexy and for a number of irrelevant dream-state reasons involved my having to explain to a partner that i didn't want to suck on his titties. i think it was supposed to turn into an anxiety dream about having to negotiate sexual boundaries but instead he smiled and, very sympathetic, told me "of course - i know you're a freudian, i'm sorry that didn't occur to me," sort of saying he should have remembered how i felt about oral fixations, and then the rest of the dream was me trying with increasing desperation to convince him that i was not a freudian and he just laughed and laughed, like i was being sort of foolish and silly, and said he knew how i really felt, and didn't my unconscious mind reveal the truth about me, and so on. and by then i was so distressed that i was yelling at him in the dream - not that i actually fully realized i was dreaming - and shouted "dream interpretation is a crock of shit!" with such force that it woke me up.

Herdwick Sheep, Lake District, Cumbria, England

*visibly shaking* my friends generally like me and want to know what i'm up to *tears streaming down my face* my colleagues respect me and are excited about my work *blood starts pouring out of my nose* i am not bothering these people when i reach out to say hello and invite them to events i'm organizing *my hair spontaneously catches fire as i crumble into dust*

tell me my prof didn’t upload the reading by photocopying his kindle reader page by page

Whatever this mood is, I sure am feeling it right now

Lets be a snowdrift with mama

and on April 13th, 2006, niel banged out the tunes, and it was good

i guess i'm back on this site bc the bird app is really unusable at this point