discolé monade

stop it. be kind to yourself.

GURL! GTFO my head. *jots a memo next to pooh's name*

i get this. but people sometimes try to show they understand/relate, and it's from past trauma. i find i have to tell people. 'first, do you want any advice or do you want me to shup and listen', and maybe because i was one of those people w/you that may have over shared, or over opinionated? i don't know. i'm socially awkward af, and have been known not to be able to read a room.

fuck. yes. and...i had a mama turtle lay her clutch in my front hard. i escorted her back across the road to the swamp/marsh/area. i saw a fox this morning. and i may have seen a female blue bird. my 'pond' fish are getting huge, and i saw some striped black and orange and i'm excited to see if they get big/make it through the giant bullfrog and/or resident fish eating snake. i witness this while blazing into the morning haze of the day. tl:dr as mother nature intended.

oh...contraire, mon frere. you're one of the top tier closers. you can have coffee. coffee is for closers.

i opted out of the masculine guinness and decided that i'll 'cheat next week. tomato sandwich (i wanted to type sammich *fucking sigh*), dorritoes and ginger ale.

it has been noted.

i think you're fucking hysterical! come at me bro.

and your work has been noted.

who are YOU to say a person is with or without purpose? you keep trying play this victim, while simoutaneously not have a clue about world affairs, or how people see you. while throwing shade to (insert topic/person/country/et al) it's condenscending. stop fucking projecting your shite onto humanity. you have a thing. it's a weird thing. we all have a thing. it's a weird thing. being masculine may have everything to do with deal with your own shite, while NOT shoving it down other's throats.

there she is.

no, don't. it's truth. and it's been on a loop with a 'friend of mine'. trust. it's just nice to see that my friend shouldn't feel bad.

oh....none detected. it's one of those iykyk things. maybe. or not. iono...i think i might go get beer. and fuck that pansy fuck ipa shite. i'm thinking guiness on this fine cloudy day. how fucking masculine is that?

fucking ouch, dude.

UN court order demanding that Israel halt its Gaza offensive further isolates the US position

literally just told this to someone a few weeks ago.

SAY! SAY!!!!! see...you lost points in the masculine section of this quiz.

exactly all of this. and see, i was coming in here in full auntie mood. but, i've got my own house to clean.

there are some funny mofo's on these here boards. this morning, i've been finding little gems. golden sparks of happyness, nugs full of hugs kind of moments. keep up the good work.

there it is. the imagery is now perfection.

'we all a lit'l stoned' - margaret cho's mum, maybe.

i know this movie. i love this movie. i have quite a few songs added into my playlist, because it was an excellent choice of music. did you know that QT did 'resevoir dogs' JUST so he could get the capitol up for PF. he wrote RD and some of PF while working as a movie store clerk, or so the legend goes. i also had memorized ezekiel line many moons ago, and just recently added it back to my repertoire when i 'm talking shit about the people that tried to take me down this past year. it adds spice with my very animated self. tl:dr sorry for wrecking the illusion.

ANY OF YOU FUCKING PRICKS MOOOOVE AND I'LL EXECUTE EVERY LAST MOTHER FUCKIN' LAST ONE OF YA" *cue the music*