after all, the woodpecker never said he was a hummingbird.
on finding the wherewithal to just sit there...
we got covid and no one sent me chocolate
i don't think you're allowed to do that with cleaning products
aren't you glad i wrote this in advance?
from one globe-trotting, multi-hyphenate polymath to another...
surprise! you are now enrolled in shit-show university.
whose octopus is this really, anyway?
i have misplaced all the devils
new avatar, who dat.
i hate everybody, too (welcome, reader!)