I have to maneuver around groups of people and individuals in closer quarters for my job and it’s always a ‘I’m going to sneak right past you, and you can go right back to where you were standing’ or “I need to get where you are, do you mind if I scoot behind you for a second?”

Here for my obligatory eyebrow article post:

It has been a minute and a half since I had a snackwells, and I can practically taste them. And feel them. That very, very odd texture they had. 

At work we have a running list of items that have gone to the Great Specials Board in the Sky. Either very limited offerings such as these, or one time never seen again items from restaurants. One coworker waxes lyrical for a meatloaf wellington he had one time at a restaurant he frequents and it has never been seen…

He does not have facebook/instagram, being a more well-adjusted human than I am. 

I’ve always heard people swear by cinnamon.

I mean, are we talking old Modest Mouse or new Modest Mouse...

For instance we talk about our dog’s enduring (theoretical) love of large McDonald’s french fries so much I also get McDonald’s ads, despite not having gone to a McDonald’s in the better part of twenty years. 

My boyfriend occasionally says the word modest in the same room my phone is in, when in conversation about social media.  

People: he occasionally says the word ‘modest’ around my phone in hopes the phone overlords hear him. He isn’t actually using my phone or doing anything other than once and a while poke fun at the social media algorithm when it’s already part of a conversation. The algorithm is easily enough set back by me liking a…

Her own actions don’t help this, since it’s all from the same cloth and mind set. She goes on DWTS and talks about how she can’t do the rumba because it’s too sexy to do on TV because that’s just supposed to be between her and her husband and god, I guess. Not for the rest of the world.

For reasons unknown to me (and now because my boyfriend purposefully trolls my phone to see what the algorithm will send me) I get a lot of Christian women purity/modesty culture content on my instagram, despite being well, a heathen that is tapdancing their way to sparkly hell. It’s...I don’t even really have the…

Ahhh fuck. 

Mine have also been covered by insurance because of the ACA, but I think it would have been very expensive had I had to pay for it. 

I haven’t had a period in seven years thanks be to my IUD, and hormonal BC kept my periods well enough controlled in my working years prior to that.

And I realized today you can FREEZE sangria, so I don’t have to pitch the rest of what I made since I didn’t drink half a gallon of sangria by myself in two days. Sangria for later!

Grad school messes you up, man. It makes you so smart and so so so so dumb all at the same time. 

Thanks!

I was super antsy so I made cream puffs because I had heavy cream that needed to be used.

I won a very big award at work. Like the highest award for the type of work I do award. It’s very surreal, because the project was a lot of work, but compared to the people and work who have won it before, it doesn’t seem like I did anything new? Or different? I don’t know, I guess it’s what happens when you’ve spent…