My therapist asked me if I had anything planned for Pride month, and I just said be gay do crime. At least she understands I have memey brain rot humor.

How mad would my brother get if I got him anti nazi stuff at Punk Rock Bowling, since he's continually spewing antisemitic and racist stuff on twitter, given his history?

I overcame my dislike of honeydew.

There's this person at my agency who always responds to the emails we send letting whoever knows XYZ has been completed, and she's always so sweet about it. No clue where she's located, but I've decided we're friends now.

Heck.

I got a 75.2 out of 80 on the paper I turned in last night. It's still an A, and my professor says he'll regrade an updated version. Does he understand that I'm a perfectionist?

The microphone on my headset broke somehow, so I can't take calls. 🫠

My tech writing skills have gotten rusty.

Team Lead seems to know all movies ever, and I pop in saying I don't know movies, cause I'm not a big movie-watcher. He then starts asking me Simpsons trivia questions. So that's my talent.

Eva is a super playful kitty today. But then gets tired and tucks herself under a blanket and it's so cute.

For me having awful dentist anxiety, the fact that I found one who accepts my dental insurance, works on weekends with extended weekday hours, was not a judgemental asshole, and said I could choose the music when I was getting my teeth pulled is pretty neat.

My professor really waited until the last minute to submit final grades so I was worried I failed.