Okay Well I Wasn’t At The Fridge And The Cup Of Hot Broth Was Already In My Hand When I Remembered

cleaning out the containers of paints lab students have mixed in the prop shop and so far my favorites are

-small bit of yellow lotta mold

-the color: huh?????

-hey why did someone put guacamole in here?? and why is it chunky????

-rust. not the color. the can is just full of rust

-raw egg. it is the consistency and colors of a raw egg. I would not be surprised to learn that that’s all this is. just a raw egg

-beautiful mint green feat. the look and smell of spoiled milk

-oops all mold!

-the venom symbiote?????

yeah, I guess you could say I’m pretty sick

*puts on a pair of rad sunglasses*

sick… as frick

*immediately starts coughing so hard the sunglasses fall off*

restaurant staff will laugh as they watch me struggle with the little toothpick machine but I look like a twelve year old boy so they think it’s endearing

I think it’s time to start squandering my youth

being the only person in my family who isn’t a big fan of baseball is incredibly annoying when they keep interrupting experiencing the Wonder of Nature™️ to yell about baseball

probably definitely not the person sitting right next to me in the grad office commenting on my posts

it’s like a fun game to me to make overly specific posts about my life and my friends only for said friends to immediately hold up their phone to me with accusation in their eyes and the post on their screen or sometimes in fact loudly putting me on blast in the grad office during lunch break when everyone is in the room

the freedom of being allowed to enjoy things again :)

I love sitting right next to my friend in an otherwise empty room, casually sending them tumblr posts and not saying anything. it’s like enrichment for me

microsoft outlook is gonna make me commit a war crime and I cannot be held responsible for that

hiding in the dark recesses of the backroom lying in wait to chuck stuffed animals at the unsuspecting