null @nova@starflower.space

oh you like video games? name every Entity_Type_Mesh

Thats perfectly good rock Salt

Someone dumped a huge pile of rock salt i the parking lot of this burger king Why did they do that

mooooom capitalism is co-opting my intentionally indigestible subculture again make it stop

yeah i definitely think of myself as a rebel, for instance, sometimes i stir the no-stir peanut butter,

when someone says "i just woke up" the appropriate response is "my condolences"

highlight of my day is my kid seeing a statue of a (presumably hetero) couple kissing and saying "those women are always kissing. i think they come here every day to kiss and then go home at night." to which i replied "i think that's a statue" and they said "nope. it's two women."

me at home depot: i need like, a witches broom? like a broom a witch would use? no i checked aisle 2 none of those brooms are right. fine. ok. well where do you keep the bomb fertilizer

feeling intense guilt when i forget how to quit and have to type "killall oneko" instead

one time i found a four leaf clover and three years later i got divorced so yeah im a true believer

opened lex and went "oh god the takes in this town are even worse, i didnt know it was possible" then realized my location was still set to seattle. oly seems nice

*explaining to my adult child* you have to understand, things were different then. everyone called themselves a "turbo milfslut." it wasn't a slur back then

based on the comments they make to me daily im pretty sure my kid is going to be a genius poster someday

im not a catgirl but if i get stressed out i *will* pee on your couch

oh you exist? NAme every thing

There are too many things

for mother's day my kid gave me an upper respiratory infection

hold on. one sec. hrrrrrrnnnngggg *reinvents being gay from first principles* ok continue

sometimes when i get frustrated by e.g. my inability to open a jar of pickles i remember that i am a bundle of neurotransmitters encased in a freaky ape thing shell and as a consolation for receiving the curse of self awarenesss my kind has been given access to the domain of tools and i take the pickle jar out back to the shed where i keep the baseball bat and when i return although i have not achieved my original goal of eating a pickle my ape shell is satisfied that i have secured my position as apex predator within my kitchen

much like this frozen burrito with no expiration date listed, i too will live forever