haha, no, babe, I loved that reference you just made. The required trivia to understand it was really well thought out!

My cup overfloweth because my enemies keep pouring too much so that I spill when I try to take a sip

Looked at the stock market briefly while I was at the gym and felt the spirits of one thousand men who call themselves “fiscally conservative but socially liberal” try to hijack my body like a sith lord come back to life

the harvard online statistics/data science courses are looking at me like a 6’3 woman in a red dress draped against a grand piano with a martini in the off hand. Which could mean nothing.

Getting hit by a plane probably feels good as fuuuucck if you’re a pentagon

There’s snow on the ground again. My death yet looms.

chat, are these anything?

I should have been born into a film noir

cowering all by yourself handsome?

Returning to the scene of the crime>>>

being stretched upon a rack would fix me

unfortunately the particular shade of red on his flag is one of my favourite colours

A horrified zolly shot would fix me

The lion does not concern himself with dividend reinvestments

Drinking enough milk to make my gut bacteria measure their history in antediluvian epochs

New vocal stim: adding “And that’s dialectic” to the end of my claims.

The lion does not concern himself with the use of ‘the lion’ as intermediary step to distance oneself from a thought so that it may be viewed with irony rather than authentically engaging with the world around them

Wore the pants that people compliment and got complimented. Unfortunately these are merely instances of conjunction and no insight can be gained into causality.

I’m not on any meds but if I was, I’d be off them. This post has been #peerreviewed.

the monkey’s paw keeps flipping me off when no one else is looking

forced to defend someone who is annoying from someone whonis wrong. many such cases.

kicking my feet and giggling because I get to think of new puzzles and mysteries for an acquaintance who might try getting to know me. Deciding on what pieces of information I drop like a trail of breadcrumbs to lure them into my maze and abandon them in the walls

this dataset has 6000 rows and enough dummy variables to stuff a strawman with. There is no god—There’s only Ozgur Kayaalp and the harvard dataverse.

The maple bugs are waging psychological warfare against me

I would be so good at getting sacrificed upon an altar. Not for sins or anything just aesthetically

They should make antifreeze even tastier

To satisfy karmic balance, however, we are also entering the season it would be thematically acceptable for me to die in

The time has come for my cold weather perfumes. My shackles have been released.

ragebaiting via Locke in the discord>>>

The problem with scheming and plotting is that I automatically start to pace back and forth like a cartoon villain

The notifications of a beautiful mind

Playgrounds were invented to stop british children from turning to crime. The increase in playground lameness has caused less engagement with playgrounds. If we wish to engage and exercise british children to lower crime there remains one ideal option: the mines. In this essay I will— #peerreviewed

16 GB of RAM would fix me

Gonna start citing people’s parents and birth year after referencing them for the first time in a conversation

I’m not built for inboxes. Stop putting things in there. I’m closed for business. Come back in 3-5 days and tell me about it over lunch.

Ran out of clothespins for the bandanification of the closet. Many such cases 😔

An umlaut would fix me

Feeling gormful and chalant. Might say something earnest and beautiful today

My enemies are being sent after me in abundance today

Many people are saying my Contrapossto is smooth and effortless, while my loser rivals rely on the Adlocutio to appear strong! Very sad!

Weaponizing delusion by convincing myself visible progress is being made after each exercise

My favourite part of making an omelette is when I decide it’s going to be scrambled eggs today

A silk road (facilitating the spice trade) would fix me

A clay tablet would fix me

It’s all coming together

might be accidentally pavloving myself into only being able to write essays in the presence of canticles

It may have taken nine hours of Hildegard von Bingen on loop but both of the essays I procrastinated on until today have been finished.

05 Jun 2025

I’m having to review a wedding mc script and trying not to rewrite it all for the sake of a coherent voice

I live for Fragrantica reviews on niche scents. “Could be a winner for anyone who wants to microdose on religious trauma” and “Smells like an extra smokey barbeque potato chip” came from the same perfume