the type of shit i been on …

sharing my life is deadass like the last thing i want to be doing but also ?

i’ve been house sitting the last week and i actually hate it bc the house is way too big and i’m terrified of phrogging. so ofc now is like the best time to be rewatching Criminal Minds.

i started reading A Certain Hunger by Chelsea G. Summers, it’s like, good or whatever. i’m not super into horror books or gorey books TYPICALLY, but i do support women’s wrongs and need to read it just to get the picture.

Been reading some feminist literature lately as well and by reading i mean purchasing the books and staring at them longingly instead of actually reading them. I also started a book called The Wall and idr who wrote it but it’s a feminist realistic fiction.

Anyone who even considers coming for me for being a “feminist” or liking “feminist literature” can eat a fart, i’m not arguing about this shit. you’re boring, get a hobby or a job or both.

work has been ass, but what else is new? everyone’s job lowkey highkey sucks unless you’re like an elementary school art teacher or one of those people at cat shows who man handles the cats to show off the breeds standard.

the midwest is a pile of snow right now, but it’s my favorite. the roads are hazardous but everything looks so special. i would hate to live somewhere that doesn’t get snow.

that was my ramble, i don’t know why i felt like sharing my thoughts feelings and opinions today. if you hated it that’s fine. listen to more fiona apple and pray about it. i’m gonna eat moose tracks icecream and window shop JellyCats. ☮️💌🦇