An Elegant Little Pelican
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Do they have random slalom gates off to the side of the course just to fuck with people or what?
February 10, 2026 at 2:54 AM
Do they have random slalom gates off to the side of the course just to fuck with people or what?
What if I put fried gnocchi on a pizza? What then?
February 10, 2026 at 2:44 AM
What if I put fried gnocchi on a pizza? What then?
I'm too young to have a firm idea of who Robert Bork was, but does that stop me from saying "Bork! Bork! Bork!" in the Swedish Chef's voice when he's mentioned? Absolutely not.
February 9, 2026 at 9:54 PM
I'm too young to have a firm idea of who Robert Bork was, but does that stop me from saying "Bork! Bork! Bork!" in the Swedish Chef's voice when he's mentioned? Absolutely not.
This year, I really need to make an effort to catch the luge relay, because I still have no fucking idea how that works. Baton held in the toes?
February 9, 2026 at 6:26 AM
This year, I really need to make an effort to catch the luge relay, because I still have no fucking idea how that works. Baton held in the toes?
Petition to make spoken-word clips illegal in figure skating music, please.
February 9, 2026 at 3:17 AM
Petition to make spoken-word clips illegal in figure skating music, please.
The lesbian cakes live and in person! They're both delicious!
February 8, 2026 at 11:40 PM
The lesbian cakes live and in person! They're both delicious!
According to my nephew, my birthday cakes give off lesbian couple vibes.
February 8, 2026 at 8:10 PM
According to my nephew, my birthday cakes give off lesbian couple vibes.
Downhill skiing already seemed terrifying (yelled at in a little shed until you throw yourself down a mountain; going 85 mph in a unitard), but now they're also being chased by these shrieking drones.
February 8, 2026 at 3:45 AM
Downhill skiing already seemed terrifying (yelled at in a little shed until you throw yourself down a mountain; going 85 mph in a unitard), but now they're also being chased by these shrieking drones.
If I were an ice dancer, my choreographic slide sequence would be me pulling myself across the ice on my butt like a dog scooting its butt over carpet.
February 8, 2026 at 3:26 AM
If I were an ice dancer, my choreographic slide sequence would be me pulling myself across the ice on my butt like a dog scooting its butt over carpet.
Literally me, because I was sitting here being like, "Patrick Swayze was a quadruple threat! He could dance, act, sing, and roller-skate sexfully while also sexfully chewing gum!"
February 8, 2026 at 1:35 AM
Literally me, because I was sitting here being like, "Patrick Swayze was a quadruple threat! He could dance, act, sing, and roller-skate sexfully while also sexfully chewing gum!"
Every year my mom finds new ways to make my birthday lunch and/or dessert a personal affront to her. It would be impressive if it weren't so maddening.
February 7, 2026 at 7:50 PM
Every year my mom finds new ways to make my birthday lunch and/or dessert a personal affront to her. It would be impressive if it weren't so maddening.
Maybe Mike Johnson doesn't have a checking account because he gets paid in blush?
February 7, 2026 at 7:02 AM
Maybe Mike Johnson doesn't have a checking account because he gets paid in blush?
Another thing I hate about going to the optometrist (other than it being in Costco) is that all the mirrors and other people around make it impossible for me ignore how freakishly large I am in comparison to other people. I don't even just mean fat; I also have a big giant head on a dinosaur body.
February 6, 2026 at 3:05 AM
Another thing I hate about going to the optometrist (other than it being in Costco) is that all the mirrors and other people around make it impossible for me ignore how freakishly large I am in comparison to other people. I don't even just mean fat; I also have a big giant head on a dinosaur body.
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my brain: i like writing :)
also my brain: if you want me to write you’ll have to beat me with a stick
also my brain: if you want me to write you’ll have to beat me with a stick
February 5, 2026 at 1:20 AM
my brain: i like writing :)
also my brain: if you want me to write you’ll have to beat me with a stick
also my brain: if you want me to write you’ll have to beat me with a stick
BookTuber: It's almost historical fiction, because it takes place in the '80s.
Me, born in the '80s, currently suffering turning old: Hey, fuck you!
Me, born in the '80s, currently suffering turning old: Hey, fuck you!
February 5, 2026 at 4:34 AM
BookTuber: It's almost historical fiction, because it takes place in the '80s.
Me, born in the '80s, currently suffering turning old: Hey, fuck you!
Me, born in the '80s, currently suffering turning old: Hey, fuck you!
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I finally finished an art! A gouache art!
February 3, 2026 at 1:28 AM
I finally finished an art! A gouache art!
New Fear Unlocked: That handmade gifts are tacky. Thanks, YouTube!
February 2, 2026 at 5:44 AM
New Fear Unlocked: That handmade gifts are tacky. Thanks, YouTube!
The sole survivor of my ill-fated attempt at salted caramel sticky buns.
February 1, 2026 at 12:57 AM
The sole survivor of my ill-fated attempt at salted caramel sticky buns.
I'm turning old next week, so I guess it's no surprise that I would tweak my hip while walking too jauntily to Arthur & Yu's "Ghost of Old Bull Lee" on the treadmill.
January 31, 2026 at 4:37 AM
I'm turning old next week, so I guess it's no surprise that I would tweak my hip while walking too jauntily to Arthur & Yu's "Ghost of Old Bull Lee" on the treadmill.
Beyonce said girls run the world, but I'm pretty sure it's just a bunch of pedophiles.
January 31, 2026 at 1:29 AM
Beyonce said girls run the world, but I'm pretty sure it's just a bunch of pedophiles.
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RIP Catherine O'Hara. Another confirmation that this is the worst timeline. I was just folding cheese into my ahnchiladas and thinking of her!
January 30, 2026 at 6:37 PM
RIP Catherine O'Hara. Another confirmation that this is the worst timeline. I was just folding cheese into my ahnchiladas and thinking of her!
It's such a weird sensation to want to talk to someone but to have nothing to say.
January 30, 2026 at 6:05 AM
It's such a weird sensation to want to talk to someone but to have nothing to say.
How does a human being write 100K words in a month? And why is it always someone I'm essentially hate-following on tumblr* at this point?
January 28, 2026 at 3:28 AM
How does a human being write 100K words in a month? And why is it always someone I'm essentially hate-following on tumblr* at this point?