“I’m against mens kissin mens, for any reason, but when womerns do it... That, uh, that seems alright. Uhh, any womerns here willing to make out with another woman...”

Also, Louise Hung. An absolute gem, that one. Creepy Corner was the best.

In grade school, we got to go tour the Dippin’ Dots factory. It was pretty neat, and fueled endless “dude, what if you put (random item) into liquid nitrogen??” discussions afterward.

I starred this, but it keeps undoing it.

I’m (unsuccessfully) trying to crochet some flip flop slippers someone linked me on Facebook. Turns out that cheaple flip flops from Dollar Tree lack the structural integrity to stand up to yarn :/.

Lucycat has been on the job keeping my lap warm and my anxiety under control. It’s funny because she’s not normally a cuddler, but it’s like she feels obligated to take care of me. I love her :)

They’re just gross. Personally, the sound effects make me queasy.

I USED to stab puppies. I stopped that a long time ago, you guys!

Me too!!

I’ve since relocated and haven’t seen this year’s lineup, but last year was insane. I went for Drive-By Truckers and Lucero, but everyone was awesome.

 The Old 97's County Fair is the only truly enjoyable festival I’ve ever attended. (Single stage, one day, less than a dozen bands... It was perfect for my old uncool ass, lol)

My mom went to high school with him. She described him as “kind of quiet, odd, and art-y... A bit different, but quite nice.”

I like to remind them that Jesus made a point of hanging out and serving those society looked down upon, e.g. tax collectors, prostitutes, etc. In fact, he specifically said “what you do for the least of my brothers, you do for me.”

I totally read this in Early Cuyler’s voice, lol.

She’s such a badass. Exhibit A:

One of my patients is living proof of exactly how safe pregnancy/birth is. She’s a few years older than me, had a perfectly normal birth that resulted in a cascade of very bad things, and is now in a persistent vegetative state. At 30ish years old. With no possibility of recovery.

I’m a little bit obsessed with the Delta Biscoff cookies. I know they’re just rando quasi-gingerbread deals, but somehow being a strapped to an airborne projectile makes them extra delicious.

Ariana’s dancing is precisely how I feel I look whilst dancing, and thus do not dance in public and/or sober.

I’m attempting to crochet an Air Force camo-esque blanket for my gentleman friend. After two days of obsessive crocheting it’s currently like, seven feet long and about three feet wide, and I’m down to 3 balls of yarn. (I’m bad at estimating sizes/yarn requirements, y’all.)