My mom and I still say “I’m just a baaaarre frooogg” when we don’t want to do something. It’s from Frog in Winter, which is a book she used to read to me when I was a baby.

On the other end of the spectrum, my friends group sends each other pictures of sexy nuns when something bad happens. (“Thots and prayers”)

Hey now. 128 journalists were killed and 503 detained in 2025. There are journalists out there risking their lives to deliver the truth. They’re just getting rarer because fascists keep murdering them.

The first one was the one I was going to mention! It makes me chuckle morbidly every time.

“Pushing daisies” is a very good one.

Yeah, I’ve had to learn the hard way that sometimes taking a bus three towns over to go to an actual store is sometimes cheaper and easier in the long run than buying junk online. Which sucks. What’s the point of corporate dystopia if it’s not even convenient?

I pulled four all nighters this past week to get my finals done. Now I’m done with the semester, have a 4.0 GPA, and feel vaguely like I’ve been hit by a train.