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Oh hi guys.

I'm feeling a bit meh today and also I was also meh on Tuesday and probably will be tomorrow so I can't come up with any quippy narrative string to connect anything I may have to say but here. we. are. and here. are. some. of. my. unfiltered. thoughts. Ooh maybe that's the string! This blog post's theme is "No edits"

How is it that I've never made cake in a mug?

Crazy Ex-Girlfriend just got really dark and I am tapping out. That is not at all what I wanted from this show. I'm not sure what I wanted from this show but this definitely isn't it.

Sometimes when I'm sad I go to Whole Foods and buy fish and eat, like, a lot of it. I usually don't even make any other foods, I just eat a big chunk of salmon.

What if Phish the band exists just to break into hippies' email accounts and steal their credit card numbers? I mean it would kind of be a little bit their own fault right?

Last weekend I ran to the Atlantic Terminal Target to went to get curtain rods. I left with 8 pairs of underwear, a frozen pizza, and eye makeup remover.

While I was there, I saw a velour jumpshit. I meant to type velour jumpsuit just now but my brain changed it to jumpshit and I kinda like it. Anyway I saw one and I my heart totally sank. I was on board with the 90s coming back until that moment.

Speaking of which- could I rock a pair of Doc Martens?

My therapist, who is technically a psychoanalyst, has me lying down during our sessions now. She says that it's usually easier to get through blockages in the way we communicate because her patients don't have to make eye contact. So now I don't have to work on my aversion to eye contact (score) BUT I do have to deal with serious eye irritation when the very soluble eye makeup that I forgot not to wear on Mondays comes pouring into my eyeballs when/if (let's be real, when) I start crying. I cry a lot in therapy because I'm incapable of crying literally any other time.

AND FINALLY- Heather Locklear's newest mug shot is bonkers.

Seyfried out.