Jenny H @lambdagrrl@computerfairi.es

this is your opportunity to toot toppy things at me, if you'd like to

a friend sent me a sexy story and now I'm distractingly horny and someone should come and fuck me and call me names

my current mood is "always chorus pedals forever"

update: I did in fact get dressed and I did in fact guitar and what's more I tidied the kitchen and put laundry on so as far as I'm concerned I'm doing pretty well today

I should get dressed so I can ~guitar~

when to a party last night where I did an drug and met a pretty girl whomst I wanna be gay for

10:40 in the evening is absolutely the best time for making vegan flapjacks right

went on a date the other night dressed as a turkey escalope. turns out I misunderstood her breeding fetish

me, dressed as "Belle" from the famous French fairytale: sorry, lost a Bête

you're so brain you probably think

butternut squash is a god-tier vegetable and I will not be accepting questions at this time

sentences I apparently type:

> is it bad that when I read "on a waitlist to get tortured" I thought this was a satirical take on NHS gender care

stirring up shit by asking whether gatekeepers are involved in the NHS trans study

that was a nice curry I cooked but I'm not convinced it can be reasonably termed "katsu curry sauce"

trying to keep my mood out of the toilet by listing what I've done today

today I:
- sent an Emotionally Difficult Message
- made Jane Austen Jokes
- and a GRU Meme
- both of which form part of the Talk I Started Planning
and I will shortly:
- be doing some Food Shopping
- and maybe even some Art

dreaming of sex
and messaging my ex
has got me in a weird mood
in all of the respects

To the tune of Battle Hymn of the Republic:
Power-cycling the router
Power-cycling the router
Power-cycling the router
To fix the internet

Lunch was sensory hell for me and I think I'm hungrier than when I sat down to eat it.

It is too early and I am in a bad mood. Apparently ten minutes late is too late for the nurse to see me about this blood pressure thing, so I have to worry about it for another two weeks. Which, ironically...

Also I just missed my bus.

what clown called it "ownership kink" and not "economic good girl"