Wiendish Fitch

I am so glad this is now part of my life.

Boy howdy, a fairy godmother sure would be nice right about now...

I can't decide what my favorite Kacey Musgraves song is, but this one is definitely up there.

She very likely would have.

If I'm wrong and there is a Hell, I hope Bela is forced to perform grueling exercises, while being deprived food and water,* and constantly being screamed at for being fat and lazy. All day. Every day. For all eternity. *Yeah, you probably don't need food and water in the afterlife, let me have my comeuppance fantasy.

Bette Davis. That is all I will say.

Oh, that's good! 😃

My Starship Troopers UO: Diz had it all over that vacuous Carmen.

I watched the last episode last night and... yeah, no, I have no sympathy for Katie (I REFUSE to call her by her other name). She was an abusive, exploitative cult leader with bullshit philosophies and horrific judgment. While I agree that women tend to get criticized more harshly than men, I am not going to succumb to whataboutism. That Harbhajan Singh Puri (I also won't call him by his preferred name) was an utter monster doesn't make what Katie did all right. Yes, her crimes were lesser, but she was still horrible as well. I practice what I call Basic Bitch Yoga, and I find it extremely beneficial, but there are too many out there who twist yoga into something gross and sinister that's cultish at worst, ruinously expensive at best.

A few weeks ago I had an interview for a receptionist position at an insurance company. It was a video interview, it went well, and the interviewer sent me the link to an online course to get my insurance license (yes, even receptionists need one). Not only that, he even gave me access to the employee discount (I was able to get it for 50% off). I got to studying, and then I got invited for an in-person follow-up interview! Awesome, right?? They saw something in me, I'm a diamond in the rough, or else they wouldn't have hooked me up with a discounted online course to get an insurance license! So I went in, did the best I could (certainly couldn't have been as awful as my last interview), and... I didn't get the job. It could have been for any number of reasons, and they don't owe me a job, but I can't help but be a little pissed that I was stupid enough to get my hopes up and that my time was wasted. I am still studying, I will try to get my license; not because I want to, but only because I'm hoping it will make me a more attractive hire.

He was so fun as King Francis in one of my all time favorite movies, Ever After.

I've unsubscribed to Seth Meyers and Stephen Colbert on my YouTube account. I don't even want jokey reminders.

I cannot remember the last time I had any interest in what Bill Burr had to say. Now, more than ever, I have no tolerance or patience for aging edge-lord comedians who just rehash the same fucking points over and over again

"Just keep telling yourself..."

I believed, really believed, that people had seen the light and that good would triumph over evil. I want to slap myself for being so stupid and naive. People wanted this, and I don't know how much is borne from a genuine belief in this grotesque hellspawn, or how much was just to spite the other side they hate so much. And I actually felt guilty, like I hadn't done enough. For the record, my husband and I both voted, and that was all we could have done, but I still felt responsible somehow. I can't remember the last time I felt so goddamn powerless, and I can't even bring myself to imagine what the future will be like.