Crap, I was hoping for the Oricalchum and Mallorn Tree seeds that I need to make my immortality paste.

Sleeping with someone isn’t a great icebreaker for me, if my youthful experiences are anything to go by. Increased sideye would be the only real result.

I don’t want to live forever, but I do want to die on my own terms. Might be just as unrealistic. People who actually enjoy life so much that they don’t want to die confuse me utterly.

Came here expecting to see “Blood of Kings”, “A sword forged by Masamune”, and a “Spotify playlist featuring the best music Queen ever produced”.

Cant believe prince harry is marrying an eighty year old british detective lady … ohhh miss Markle, never mind.

I’m occasionally inspired to be creative a tad when it comes to dealing with the reality of our situation as passengers on this little speck of dust. Sorry if this kind of thing isn’t for you... but I feel the need to share.

I particularly love the Craig Ferguson one. I miss his show so, so , so much. Somehow, when I saw the dancing pantomime horse, I knew everything would be O.K. Sigh.

My ex is dating someone else and it hasn’t been that long since we broke up, I’m still in love with him, she’s really pretty, it hurts so bad to imagine him giving his heavenly attentions to someone else, and they seem bound for something long-term if not permanent. x(((((((((((

I’m having an “I’m old” crisis. I’m nearing 40, so it’s not quarter life or mid-life.

These white pride dipshits - what exactly is it they’re proud of? There’s no point in being proud of something you had no part in accomplishing - like being born with the particular skin you’re furnished with. It’s stupid.

Okay, so although I respect the opinion of others who say that everything happens for a reason, I don’t personally believe it does. Terrible, shitty things happen every day all over the world and I don’t think there’s a positive purpose behind any of it. Therefore, in case you’re my kind of cynical, here’s my…

Because I can be a petty, immature child: HIS SHIRT GIVES HIS NECK A BUTT.

Lacking any usable wort from which to distill even a wee dram of Code 45* to slake our thirst for secret messages today, the regular C45* will not be appearing. However, we heard on Twitter today that our cranky pal 45* (aka Orange-is-the-New-Fifth-Columnist) spent most of his day preparing for and engaging in another…

That is why Heartland Conservatives #StandByTheirPedophile !

Bahahahaha. This is too good.

Didn’t you just call someone a nutjob a few minutes ago? lol

An attack on the Commander is an attack on Gilead, blessed be the fruit. Or something like that.

This is why I hate heavy labor (construction, drilling, mining, commercial fishing, truck driving, military jobs) in general. When you sell your body, you are the product. Your self worth and personal value is literally monetized. It’s gross. Don’t sell your body!