when will it be my time god

(you can also look at shitty mass produced clothing as being a part of the like coalesced current understanding/usage but *mostly* the gruely unidentifiable *slop* dumped in a trough for pigs or served in a bowl at the inn or shoved at toothless olds)

jokes aside guys all the contemporary uses are v easily covered by a meaning picked up 400 years ago (the meaning btw You All Have Always Known)

if i see one more post about the “invention” of the word slop i am going to fucking scream. besides, everyone knows it’s a magic bag you use to steal milk from cows (13c). that’s why we use it to refer to shitty movies/books that were pulled out of cows/pigs.

also “give him his flowers” has gotta be a billion times more annoying. or “aura” which hasn’t even shifted meaning and yet has become beyond fucking annoying (bc it hasn’t shifted so much as been reduced; some dude w boat shoes “aura” gfoh).

it’s cracked and that’s fine actually. “i need to get cracked” is good/split-open, sexually shattered. when i say “i need to crack” trust that i mean s/t different.

does anyone know why i’ve been watching this for 45 minutes with my soup spoon paused halfway to my mouth.

super funny to pick up that old battered fantasy of “we woulda won if they’d let us be cruel enough!” as if we were in any way restrained from atrocity. this is an incredibly old rw grift too im almost nostalgic.

if you’re thinking “this HAS TO be a bit” i totally get it. but no

so tired of being such a fucking loser and waste of space

called her actual vet and they were like oh it’s 20 bucks a shot and 20 bucks for the visit. easy call. just mad at wasting 90 minutes and also i found her old harness brand and i really am an idiot: all of $15 more than the shitty one i got and can’t return. cannot afford. sigh

went to this vaccine clinic in nola/nyc that was really cheap. so when they sent me a reminder made an apt here. drove all the way across town and they’re like oh we need to “re-establish care.” exam fee + visit fee = $150 for walking in the door. walked the fuck out.

criminal to post this w/o the subtitle

i am in fact v v tired from our 3 am adventures. but look. she ate. and we slept in the bed.

your trans best friend burying her deadname in a shoebox

Don’t need an address my brother, i’m homing in on your pulsing golden center as we speak

anyway 3:01 and we’re home. i am so so tired

well, we did our late walk after & it’s now 2:45 & we are still walking. i know it’s the uti/anxiety. i am trying to be patient. just so tired. typically late nights are a 10-15 minute spin around the parking lot… not an hour of obsessively pacing the neighborhood.

2 am and mazzy is bouncing around and just licked her bowl clean. i am so so so fucking relieved.

making sure the subway employees puts on enough pickles

women often thirst for stuff men are almost shocked by (“that fucking grizzled monstrosity?!?l”) but i think ppl seriously underestimate wholesome smoldering from the boys. those “boyfriend pics” you’re baffled by make him see red.