Boy, I sure did need another hobby that costs money and takes up space!

Just shattered another GD skeleton, so switching projects for the evening. I prefer the look of the thread, but the wire might be needed to keep the branches distributed properly.

Zappin' it to ya, the pressure’s everywhere Goin' right through ya The fever's in the air, oh yeah, it's there Debbie Gibson 19:89

My god… the way the creative community just felt this in their bones…

I’m sure there are people who *haven’t* spilled entire tubes of seed beads all over themselves and the floor multiple times in their lives… I just do NOT want to hear from them.

Our new album is out today! A sincere request to help spread the word!

My craft project for the rainy weekend: Attempts two and three. Two’s legs are too short and on three a couple of the beads shattered. Try try again.

I wish that perfume wasn’t a horrible migraine trigger because I would really like to smell like Debbie Gibson circa 1989 right now

Practically neon rainbow after work this afternoon

In the past two years has life progressed to the point that I can throw out my extensive collection of tags and notes regarding income tax return extraction and routing? Please say yes.

I usually bring my lunch like a good lil bean, but sometimes I need one of those lemonades that can kill a man. That stuff that makes fuzzy Marina backbeats play in your head. I would call it Disco Lemonade but I’ve already decided that that’s just cocaine cut with Crystal Light.

A coworker recently quit to work full time in adult entertainment and damn if it doesn’t sound more stable than our company. Do you think there’s a market for an OnlyFans account featuring fully clothed needlepointing while singing Marcy Playground songs off-key? Because if so I could make BANK.

Every time I see the ads for the Neil Diamond musical my brain hiccups a little and I think it’s a Neil Young musical. PS: I dislike them both? Maybe I just dislike the 70s. Anyway, can’t wait to get my comps for Every Junkies Like a Setting Sun! The Musical!

My people

Has there ever been a longer Friday? I’m not sure if it’s the physical repetition or the mental, but I am feeling utterly exhausted AND insane.

Finally made a T-shirt dress after six years of thinking about it and acquiring a dozen or so goodwill T-shirts.

Had to rework this band shirt because American Apparel tanks are TRASH but realized afterward that it’s kiiiiiiinda dick shaped. I have no idea what to do about that, I think I will just embrace it and gaslight anyone who mentions it. It’s not ME, it’s YOU. Ya perv.

What do I put in these little star shaped capsules and dangle off my ears? There must be something. Eyeball for demonstration purposes.

Going to Walmart is like playing Katamari Damacy. Specifically the shitty unfun levels where you are trying not to roll up a cow or bear or something.

We owe the feds money for the first time in our twenty years of filing taxes jointly. You know, in case you were still on the fence about trump after *gestures to everything*

I really don’t care if they’re native or invasive or bite people or whatever, as long as they’re eating into our horrendous aphid population they’re welcome to it. Carry on, bros, I’ll even put on a little Marvin Gaye if it’ll help.

I forgot to put on all of my jewelry this morning and I am naked and vulnerable and have nothing to stim with and also I hate my job and wish I was anywhere else in the world and these things are definitely not related.

March

I couldn’t find an old CD so I bought a used replacement and then *immediately* found the original (which I will be keeping as I purchased it from Tower Records on Watt when I was 16) and now I need to figure out what people do with unwanted used CDs in AD 2026. Craft projects?

Eric is top heavy and he always falls over. I just leave him like this so it looks like Ariel just force-choked him out.

Senate dems have a chance to do THE FUNNIEST THING tomorrow

Aside from jizz trees we also grow a variety of blossoming trees that *aren’t* disgusting. This is the first really proper bloom for our Lapins cherry.

Hey, I think it’s entirely possible that you might have the wrong number.

When two motorcyclists pass each other on the road they acknowledge each other with a special hand sign. People with classical ballet training need something like this.

I’m currently at a bar on the outskirts of Oakland watching a man in an Elvis mask make turkey noises while a guy dressed as a baby randomly throws baby shoes onto the stage and this is exactly where I want to be.

20 years of marriage in one conversation about what to watch tonight: Husband: did you ever actually watch Last Night in Soho? Wife: no. Wait. It that the one with whatsisbutt and the creepy looking girl? H: that’s the one

AI generated embroidery patterns should be illegal.

I have officially reached the age at which you start to be slightly peeved about the absolute trash people are selling for actual money. I can guarantee you that we didn’t wear these in the nineties because it was cool. We wore them to not get yet another non-suit in PE. They came from Walmart.

Doom scrolling isn’t doing anything.

Targeted ads are WILD

“The jizz trees are in bloom again. Such a strange flower - suitable to any occasion…”

Daiso had konpeito AND beads shaped like konpeito. And sometimes you gotta choose joy.

And yet again I have failed to convince my husband to spend $300 on a Smeg toaster for comedic value alone. I mean, it definitely would last longer than these dumb $50 toasters he has to replace every five years, right? 🙁

Many warn others away from lifelines these days because the lifeline is empowered to contact the police, and cops have been known to murder people in crisis. Please know that I am speaking from experience when I say that losing a loved one that way would STILL be better than losing them to suicide.

We all gathered around the associate’s desk this afternoon to watch Kate Bush videos and exchange stories of getting in trouble for rocking out too hard to Siouxsie and the Banshees when we* were 12. Basically peak weird middle aged white lady culture. *just me?

The best part of waking up is ceiling cat staring at you from the gable window directly over your bed.

What we actually used as our song for our wedding. The artist was a little confused.

Keeping the smooshies coming for your Valentine’s Day

So many smooshy songs, so little time

I am SO tired from yard work. Very romantic.

Number 1 song we couldn’t get a recording of for our wedding and I’m still salty about it. More smooshy songs, brought to you all day.

More smooshy songs? Sure thing!

Spring has sprung, apparently. My Nana’s jades are finally in the ground. Let’s see what happens!

Happy Valentine’s Day. I will post more smooshy songs if I remember.