i have huge tits and i hate ai

die my love isn't a good film but did remind my husband and i so viscerally of when i had a breakdown that it would have been unenjoyable regardless lmao

my husband is watching die hard downstairs at 08:30 on a sunday

can't believe i'm breaking my extremely long posting hiatus for this but some of the aforementioned slop consumers follow my instagram and i may be a snob but i am also a coward

reading matilda as a child really did not prepare me for the eventuality that adults would be smashing 1/2+ books per week and actively making themselves dumber by doing so

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every time there's political violence discourse i think about how jo cox was assassinated in broad daylight by a fascist who shouted "britain first" as he shot her, and now nine years later her party is dedicating every moment in power to placating the ideology of her murderer

remember how scared we all used to be of toxic shock syndrome

Gerrymandering is when someone uses a map like I use trauma: to redraw boundaries that make no sense and hurt everyone involved

Labour MP slams Parkrun for trans inclusion. It’s a non-competitive fun run

out of my tree with excitement to see bright eyes tonight

every now and then i just say something is a recession indicator to sound smart. it could mean anything at this point.

the moral of the movie 'sinners' is that you absolutely can't trust irish americans

the mistress sitting with the other queens (complimentary)

i want to have a terrible accident so i can get veneers without being accused of vanity like walton goggins did

let them fight! i hate them both, i hope they both lose!! - me, completely offline, watching tom and jerry

told my cabbie i do a lot of things but the best part of my job is when i work with unhoused people/asylum seekers to do creative writing as a wellbeing exercise and he fully said "not my bag but if it works for you" lmao like yes being helpful is not in my interest

there are two wolves inside me and they both have pmdd

had a dream last night that i suddenly realised i had a disproportionately, absolutely enormous arse and felt true peace knowing it would make me rich. woke up with my normal arse and i'm actually sick about it.

any story where someone uses the phrase "without missing a beat" is made up

unrelated: i'm enjoying being married

people who leave cold used washing up water in a PLUGGED sink are absolute sickos

keep getting cold jolts of fear that i've forgotten something huge for the wedding and therefore cannot sleep

watching the new white lotus and walton goggins unfortunately got me like this

as well, I know the work i do is valuable. i work in a university supporting using digital techniques in research, and i also teach creative writing to vulnerable adults to increase wellbeing as well as employability. how does making me unable to do that help the economy?

literally, i don't know what i'm meant to do. i'm a person with multiple and complex disabilities who really wants to be able to work and feel fulfilled and cutting the only lifeline i have at a time when the sector i work in is letting huge amounts of people go is really really scary.

it's awful seeing PIP being portrayed as unnecessary and a barrier to working when it's the only thing that makes working a thing some of us can do at all - reducing it will increase unemployment massively and there's no safety net to catch those people. it's not an out of work benefit!!!

exactly one week to the wedding now so of course my most searched term is "will my cat still love me after two weeks"

made cucumber salad last night and i've asked ryan if he wants to try it at least fifteen times

i wish there was an unfollow list specifically to unfollow the boring posters i accidentally followed by being too eager with the lists/packs when i first moved over to bluesky

the niece in the brutalist looks like daniel radcliffe

every world book day i remember the hilarity in my old office when a colleague's son's school phoned because she'd got the date mixed up with st davids day and sent a tiny dennis the menace in an enormous foam wig to a primary class full of little kids in welsh dress.

if i had three genie wishes i'd use the first to make za/um be pals again, the second to make them create a disco elysium sequel and the last one to forget playing the first one so i could have a first run through again

what am i obsessed with this week? glad you asked. it's the fact that after bodyworlds had controversy about some of their bodies being from dodgily sourced chinese corpses, a rival exhibit started which ONLY uses dodgily sourced chinese corpses.

it's my hen weekend this weekend coming so of course i had to have a tooth yanked out at the emergency dentist yesterday. luckily the week of no booze and soft food will end roughly when the party begins, but rn i have an enormous head and feel like i've been hit by a car

hate trying to do a sincere post about being happy or having a good day because literally how boring is 'turns out i love people and things'

planning an exhibition and a wedding simultaneously and i'm absolutely riddled with dread

high potential is a show that dares ask the question, what if sherlock wasn't up it's own arse

wow he's really flopped since greatest showman

pride of britain award for the brave men who are boldly declaring they'll still read and support gaimans work, you're the real revolutionaries for *checks notes* reaffirming the social hierarchy that makes abuse like his possible in the first place

i now pop between bluesky and twitter like someone in a love triangle with the toxic bad boy and the boring but safe love interest in a YA romance

implore you to listen to @jamieloftus.bsky.social's 'my year in mensa' !!!

if you were wondering how this worked out, it was absolutely horrible looking for some reason and i'm spending the fee i'd have spent on the day on some high end makeup and doing it myself

yikes, unfollowing her now. loved her fake suicide to torment her vulnerable boyfriend and collusion with a serial rapist, didn't realise she played ukulele.

after doing other people's prom makeup, night out makeup, first time in drag makeup, early transition makeup, and my own face every day... tomorrow is the first time in my life someone else will ever have done my makeup for me and i feel weirdly anxious