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Sensitivity might be overrated, but that doesn’t erase its presence. I think of it like polyester: overrated, awful for your skin, and generally problematic—but undeniably real. Ignoring it won’t make it vanish….It’s here —so the question is, what are we going to do about it?

My void is far more accessible than yours – let’s set all the voids on fire.

I’ve started laughing at the monsters underneath my bed—largely because they’re so awful, it’s comical. What’s a girl to do? I can’t tell if this is terrible or reasonable.

For better or for worse: Community. In my case, for better – thank God.

Perceptiveness is a curse.

Everyone wants to start a cult these days – always – all the days.

My company is wonderful (for me), like a safety blanket: Never loud, rarely messy, always safe. Chat GPT tells me that polyester safety blankets can last for 10-20 years before they become safety hazards. I think they’ve always been safety hazards, what -isn’t– a safety hazard these days?

The urge to whip out my vulnerability abacus grows stronger everyday. I keep track of every bead like a frugal maniac.

I always wind up here when the knots must be unravelled. Today, I tie the sturdiest knot known to mankind.

Pizza Pizza in the middle of dreary November. This is okay (463 k cal, $9.45).

Funky monkey brain committee (????)

Eradicate self doubt, allow suspicion space to flourish instead.

^ Satire

^ Sort of

I open my palm for a silly little high five – you finger gun in response. This is connection. Shall we blame your fingers for their hesitation or my palms for their openness? Maybe neither. Neat fingers, cool guns, warm gloves.

Cats probably don’t have these problems. Of course not, they have paws.

I haven’t touched my piano in a while, I’m slightly frightened of the outcome.

The apples from the advice tree fall hard and fast. I sidestep swiftly—so swiftly they barely miss me, just barely. The effort is exhausting. Can’t they see that I’m dealing with a hot potato? No of course not, that would require digging in – I need gloves not apples.

I hate apples, by the way. Oh yes – controversial opinion (black pepper, lemon juice – something, anything, to zest them up).

Peaches are wonderful. Sweet corn season is over – this is ….Grief inducing.

The affordable space travel industry occupies an unreasonably large space in my mind.

Some by Steve Lacy will always be a fall classic. Thank you Steve Lacy (& producers).

I feel like a rabid ferret sometimes, it’s so calming -

I haven’t gotten a speeding ticket in many years – is this death?

Oh my God, I’m almost thirty.

Grover from Sesame Street was onto something. The Elmo fanbase has unnecessary traction – then again, that -

Powdered peanut butter tastes better than regular peanut butter in yogurt – regular peanut butter tastes better in everything else; clean answers do not exist. As usual, the solution does not exist.

There are thirty days left until fall is over. But it’ll return—I’ve been counting down the days since August (I know). This is something I do often; my relationship with time is…complicated. I’ve spent the season soaking in the colours where I can, while quietly mourning what’s already passed. Prediction is two parts pattern recognition and one part deduction—a recipe for great detectives and even better basket cases. I’d urge you to live in the moment, but that would be terrible advice—the moment is already gone. When I was younger, I used to cling to it. These days, I’ve learned to let it go. Funny how that works.

Funny how nothing works.

One cup of warm milk, a tea spoon of honey – and any comforting spices. If you don’t have milk, use water, so long as it’s warm. So long as there’s warmth, you’ll be okay -

“But I prefer the cold frigidity of the calming winter evenings-”

Okay edge lord, enjoy your ice block escapades.