Another episode of my definitely very original Shower Thoughts series.
People who always thought of me in terms of what I could do for them sure did crap all the bricks when I thought of them in terms of what they did to me.
The brain tumor affects my balance and coordination, not my capacity for rational thought.
It’s exhausting to care how much of what other people have and judge whether or not they deserve it. It’s unpaid emotional labor. I think I’ll not do it.
That headline’s not going to get him what he wants, but I understand how self-delusion leads to shock.
The headline I was thinking about:
Singing: My my my my armor comes from you.
The more I think I know, the less I learn. Which probably explains why I find some people very tedious and mansplaining makes my ears quit working.
Another episode of my definitely very original Shower Thoughts series.
Life is full of nuance. All squares are rectangles but not all rectangles are squares.
When I’m tired and everything is spinning, I really hate this shower.
You’re sick when you’re too tired to cook. You’re really sick when you’re too tired to eat.
Fucking monkey pox can get bent. Someone else can get a vaccine. As far as I’m concerned, everyone’s contaminated. Asking my immune system to do one more thing right now is like asking an elementary school teacher if she’s got a minute.
I need to crowdsource food ideas. I’m sick of oatmeal, protein shakes, and Lunchables.
I miss feeling comfortable. Eight years feels like a long time to be in unrelenting pain.
I’m pretty sure there was a time in my life when clothes didn’t hurt.
If Alex Jones has $45 million, it’s because people bought his literal and figurative bullshit. If the consequences of telling the truth are being poor…
I was going somewhere with this.
Probably related: I’m not convinced the long arc of the moral universe even bends toward justice. Parallel lines, more like.
Oh, yeah. Roger Stone was begging for money on behalf of Alex Jones and called him a “good Christian” man.
So much for sheep’s clothing. They’re coming at the godbots stark white and buck naked with tattoos of Richard Nixon on their backs.
At least that relentless eye blinker, Joel Osteen, goes to church.
I need to think about something happier and take some weed.
Shower Thoughts. The second installment of my definitely very original series.
What would happen if “How It’s Made” did an episode on sausage?
That wasn’t Vicki Lawrence, Gilda Radner or Carol Burnett. Also the show was called Alice, not Mel’s Diner.
“I know you wanna leave me, but I refuse to let you go” is a red flag. Also, if you have to beg, you’re doing something wrong. Try being a better person first and see how that goes.
Ben & Jerry’s > Häagen-Dazs.
People call things “crutches” like crutches are a bad thing.
Related: Tell me you’ve never had a broken leg without telling me you’ve never had a broken leg.
Before diseases had names, did everyone just call sick people fakers?
People are like, “Wow! You’ve survived 5 years with a brain tumor?” Bitch, it’s been way longer than that. February 2017 is just when the doctors finally accepted reality.
In heaven, you never have to decide what’s for dinner.
The first time someone told me I wasn’t responsible for others’ incomplete perceptions of me, it changed my life.
The reason some people struggle with work-life balance is that they think work alone is as important as the sum of everything else. It is not.
