Getting on like hm maybe following this person might actually be worth it, maybe they are less problematic, and then immediately getting hit in the face with enough aphobia to make me feel sick: let’s not.
Author: Sherrinford

Played around with google docs demo a while ago. This is my favourite.
Problem: a can of peaches is a dollar and a few cents but I want six cans. A bag of crisps is a dollar and a few cents and I want none because ugh, crisps.
Peaches are healthier but expensive.
Could go out and make dip for the crisps but that requires A) energy and B) going into the common room twice in a day with no bra on which might kill me.
My life is an irredeemable travesty of stomach-based suffering and I have paired myself to a black hole which sucks up food indiscriminately and thus shall not understand my pain.
You own everything that happened to you. Tell your stories. If people wanted you to write warmly about them, they should have behaved better.
My entire brain hurts. My friend apologised to my husband and yet not to me. I understand she probably thinks she is staying out of the way and being helpful but instead it is just insulting.
I hate the circular reasoning present in our definitions of acids, bases and salts.
Went to the park today, saw a raccoon.
So the micro downstairs doesn’t work but the telly upstairs doesn’t work. I am paying way too much money to live at this university.
I believe that often people forget that God has a personality.


