Finally understanding what was on the postcard has been the most meaningful and hilarious experiences of my life.

My nephew loves to play Friday Night Funkin’, which is a sad, keyboard -based music rhythm game that’s like if you played DDR with two fingers. I should take him to play this!

you can text this smell

but I didn’t mean I wanted to stay here all night

Women behind me on the plane
W1: my mom’s profile picture is a pig
W2: my mom’s not allowed on social media bc she broke her back in a crash on the Pennsylvania turnpike and she has a lawsuit pending and they’re trying to prove she’s not disabled so she can’t be on there. She uses her boyfriend’s account and she ragged me for like four days about my wedding saying I ruined it for her bc my photographer didn’t take enough pictures of her


Same women
W1: can you please close your apps? You’re making me anxious. That’s why your phone is so slow
W2: I like them open. I like to go back to them without having to look
W1: ok that makes sense. I do that with browser tabs. I have like 12 open
W3: you have 12? I have 457
W1: 457? Are you serious? Why?
W3: I never close them. Those are my emotional support browser tabs


And again
W3: are we landing? I’m closing my eyes
W2: it’ll be ok
::turbulence::
W3: was that the ground?
W2: nope. Just air
::hard bounce landing::
W2: that was the ground
W3: that was rough. Rough

Yeah so I did read Spare and it was pretty interesting so see him get so close to self-awareness. But at the part when he complains about this essay by Hilary Mantel, I felt crushed because if anybody was on his side, she was.

No privacy for the super rich, including and especially royal families. It’s nothing personal; just means testing to make sure they are living responsibly on our tax money.