5.28.25 - I knew my enemy would latch onto the idea of making a plaid blanket for a polar bear.
5.29.25 - The job of the Fun Police is to quash any topic that lets people feel merry or may make them blush.
(ACAB. Fun Police even more so.)
5.30.25 - Hearing the idiom, “Be grand, dodge stuff” just made me moody.
(Well, yeah. Cuz talk is cheap. Having to actually put the work in makes me upset.)
5.31.25 - I started my therapy session by admitting, “I have a light habit of murder, but that’s neither here nor there.”
(Dexter? Actually, I've never seen that show, but. I'm still semi-literate in pop culture.)
6.1.25 - We had to plead with the youth to not be so rough with the couch.
(*insert image of JD Vance here.*)
6.2.25 - The supposed talking ostrich went on live television and gave no reply to the questions, causing critics to call it a ‘preen conference’ instead of a press conference.
(Man. I SO want to see President Ostrich.)
6.3.25 - The chime from the disgusting miser would imply that the admin needed to unmix his vomit.
(This is possibly the grossest sentence I've written. The words 'unmix' and 'vomit' should never be that close to one another.)
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