I Dreamed In Broken Esperanto And It Was Deeply Confusing

terrible news for the bitches who hate me, i got my blood test back and i officially don't have lead poisoning.

bitches hate me bc i enjoy a nice glass of cold milk. also unrelated but i might have lead poisoning.

new he would not fucking say that: they would not fucking have a parent-child relationship

Socrates: you're saying it's ok to be a bottom?

Calliclese: no comment.

i do not care at all about oh&s in a lab but i do care about it in the kitchen. sure i'll wear sandals when handling dangerous chemicals why not. when lighting a bunsen burner ill put out matches on my tongue. i am running in the lab with beakers. TURN YOUR FUCKING POT HANDLES INWARD. DO NOT LEAVE KNIVES IN OPAQUE CLEANING WATER. CLEAN EVERYTHING THOROUGHLY OR GET OUT OF MY DAMN KITCHEN. the exception is that i love to play with knives and if i get bored waiting for water to boil i will start playing the knife game.

"the internet is so big, all the information in the world is at your fingertips" yeah except for the information i am looking for such as "whats the normal amount of joint pain at my age". at least i can look at photos of creatures

alt-right people love talking about being red-pilled as if the matrix wasn't every 4rd grader's bisexual awakening. like okay sure, if you're sooooo red-pilled why dont you want to make out with neo & trinity at the same time, like a real awakened red-pilled truth knower?

my baby.

a tardigrade has fallen and scraped all eight of his little knees

i was made to do repetitive manual labour while telling stories to children, i yearn for butter churning and wood chopping and weaving.

soooo tempted to learn woodworking, learn barrel making, modify that skill and make a butter churn, learn to churn butter, and finally- make butter. i should practice my metalwork too for the barrel probably