Someone took all my post-it notes and now I am utterly lost, I had no idea my entire work ethic, hygeine, eating schedule and social world was barely hanging together with that flimsy glue
Subtitling my documentaries from Cajun country: Spell ”Washitaw Parish”. O-U-A… just fuckoff now
Just sold the house to a couple of millionaires who bullied us through the whole process. My mother, sweet Godfearing southern granny, said ”On your last day, take the heads and leggy bits from a crawfish boil, remove the finials from the curtain rods, stuff those rods with bits and close it up.”
Sepia toned woodcut print of a young boy with a lucha libre mask
My girls were under specific instructions to tackle me to the ground if I tried to buy any more art in CDMX. After a while tho I yelled ”CAN’T CATCH ME!” and sprinted to a woodcut artist whose print made my heart skip a beat and I’m not sorry. Look at those eyes! (Artist is salvador_sotto on the IG)
Positively squishy with drool
I tried to make him take it out of the glass himself but the campari grossed him out and he ran away from it
It was already a slobbery mess when he gifted it to me. You heard of highballs and lowballs? This is a campari soda yellowball
Tall glass with tasty adult beverage has a tennis ball in it, behind sits a young black dog
Ok so I didn’t really need that in my adult beverage but thanks for sharing
Allergies got me like
so I shoved the whole thing in my mouth and at this very moment am desperately trying to subtly chew and swallow the damn thing. My cheeks are chipmunking and my eyes are watering because I am also choking down a massive laugh and I don’t know if I will get hired again.
Am currently in danger of horking donut over the board meeting of a bank that hired me to record the meeting. They opened with a prayer for the Lord God to guide their hand. God guided my hand to snatch one of their donuts while their heads were bowed but the prayer was shorter than expected
I think I’m gonna - checks
schedule - get day drunk and buy game dice and femmepunk crop-tops
Happy terrier and big labrador basking under massive oak trees
Anxiety-spiking week treated with long sun-dappled walks among the live oaks. But nobody can stay in the woods forever.
Ffs they keep coming. I’ve flushed dozens down the toilet just from my tiny courtyard. Walking the dogs is a nighmare
“Let my people goth.” - Emoses
Yay! But also deeply disappointed in the casting.
Aaaa my house got swatted by buck moth caterpillars! I swept up SEVEN of the little fuckers in my dining room! I didn’t know kamikaze stinging caterpillars hunted in packs
My gremlin friends and I accidentally workshopped a ttrpg idea where we all play unscrupulous toadie bureaucrats for an imaginary evil regime but all the gameplay takes place via characters’ accounts on Truth Social; I have sobered up but still hella tempted
I tried a few times to see if AI could help problem solve or kickstart some plot lines in games I was writing and never got any real help from it. A lot of times it would just spit my own words back at me because it couldn’t fill in the blanks.
Me and Tessa are in the same boat. Ecocardiogram in a few weeks. 😩
That shirt is really appropriate for any occasion tho
Sorry but any game you play from now on I’ll just be picturing your character in a merkin per that last rpg
And hey I’m leaving the country anyway so any awkwardness will be short-lived
there will be tears
Look I already have a reputation for putting players into existential crises but last night I worked on this game and took myself to such a dark place that I had to have a bourbon and crawl under my duvet. Although I hear that’s ”fun” for some?
Writing a new ttrpg based on Waiting for Godot, set in a subway. I’ve been trying to write it for over a year and it just gets very, very dark. Like on a personal level. I can’t - can I? Run this game and still have friends?
In addition, you will need a release signed by the museum. The image might be public domain, but the physical painting itself and the space it’s in is owned. I am a documentary/video director and deal with this all the time.
Pics when you find it!
Here’s a Tessa boinging into your feed
so I just disappear, unable to post anything at all until I lose connection with people. And I don’t even know if the cougar-in-search-of-leopard-clothing is literal or metaphorical. Anyway, here is a Good Dog named Tessa.
