FST @FStewartT@witches.town

@shel it was both a VERY long two years and also somehow a very short two years.

@shel thanks, they're #valid

@shel me the fuck neither tbh. (More like two and a half i guess? I moved there........ July? of 2015 i think.)

@shel that's just who they are.

@shel a longstanding fact dating back to my first week in pdx, nearly 3 years ago

@shel all portland pigeons are The Harold F Johnson Library, Jr.

here's a complete list of kinds of birds i know about:

Vultures
Big Fucking Vultures (condors??)
Tobias from animorphs
all parrots are bastards
small ones that hang out outside coffee shops and eat crumbs
The Harold F Johnson Library, Jrs (portland only)
pigeons (elsewhere)

even though i /know/ grades are fake, my extremely emotional reaction to 'getting good grades' continues to inform my intellectual practice, such as it is

mostly, i don't like people who ask me to be /about/ them, when i'm busy being about whatever unobtainable mentor figure i'm trying to impress with my scholarship, lol.

is the problem who i've dated, or just that i've dated men (out of convenience), and men are, literally, The Worst.

here's some shit: i don't like the way being 'in relationships' has gone, but i somehow can't persuade myself it's something i don't want

god someone needs to take one for the team and be in love with me so i don't have to keep devoting like a running 5% of my brain energy on this and can get back to, like, podcasting or something.

my fuckin' dryer is broken again, so i guess i'm Sustainable now

here's the deal with my cats: Tennessee is a large and mostly docile slug i got for free out of the trash. Maze is a high-strung and extremely badly-behaved diva who my parents paid money for when i was eleven.

extremely standup comedian voice: the thing that's dumb as hell about 'choice feminism' is literally the only valid thing to judge someone for /is/ their choices

Well, you know what they say, if wishes were horses, i'd be a mongol hoard

it still stings a little and i still can't hear out of it, but it's not, like, preventing me from sleeping

my stupid ear is FINALLY enough better that i'm not downing like 8-10 ibuprofen/day

area imbecile bakes in the sun like some kind of primitive clay pot. "why is my skin dry," asks big fuckin' moron.