my neurodivergent brain: holy shit metro by myself i have to arrive early in case i miss the first one and where do I park and how do i buy a metro card and what if i get mugged and what if i miss my stop and what if-
also my neurodivergent brain: hehe trains 🥰🥰
the panic when i accidentally hit the dumbfuck gr*k button is the closest ive come to re-experiencing the panic of accidentally hitting the internet button on my phone in my teens and had to back out before it cost me millions. in the present example the currency is my integrity
one time in high school i got bored while walking on a treadmill so i tried to spin around like that, but i immediately busted my ass and it launched me off the end of it and my mom judged the hell out of me
👎: guy on the subway playing music loudly from a bluetooth speaker
👍: it’s kiss from a rose, and also it drowns out another guy’s brainrot scrolling near me
👎❌🙅🚫: he stops it right before the “BABYYYYY” and switches to a different song
best part about The Cat finally becoming more social and affectionate is that now I have better opportunities to ragebait her the way the good lord intended
we are three days into the new year, and watching Shane backspace “We didn’t even kiss” in a lesbian sports bar between soho and the east village is one of my top 10 moments of the year
trying to figure out what @aaroncburstein is making his powerpoint about for tomorrow based solely on the sound effects coming from his room (I have no fucking clue)
okay so it looks like I have ~25 years to figure out what a broadway producer does and how to become one so I can produce the tony-award-sweeping revival of Death Becomes Her starring Sabrina Carpenter and Olivia Rodrigo…feels very doable…