i think i could accept that bert and ernie were just roommates if they didn’t wear sweaters full time. colorful sweaters? all the time? if im self assured enough to wear a sweater for all my waking hours i’m either in love or depressed & bert and ernie are not depressed, because they are in love
finding out that loved ones are actually giant squid studying humanity under deep cover would have to have some impact on your feelings for them, wouldn’t it?
yeah but it’s “fuck I never knew my loved ones were so cool, I love them even more now”
while possessed, wandered into an ulta after my doctor appt today and bought new nail polishes for the first time in ~4 years: a pale/mannequin OPI pink to replace the bottle i broke; zoya river for me (it has a much stronger/more interesting color shift in person than in any of the swatches online imo, it gets almost purple; i was shocked to look it up and find out it’s not actually a subtle duochrome); & an OPI lavender creme polish for my roommate, who has decided he favors pastel cremes, which is great except i own like…. 3. MAYBE 3. 3 if we’re generous about “pastel”
i probably don’t have an upper respiratory infection
i’m really good at making fried fish actually
i had a long and elaborate and plot-heavy dream that was partly a weird stress dream except instead of foregrounding the stressful bits, it mainly focused on 1. me flirting with an imaginary person who was, in retrospect, kind of a dick 2. dream-me gently and patiently teaching my roommate to make pancakes, despite his tendency to add too much oil to the pan
must a sport be entertaining to watch? 