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Shit, dude. My iron was at 2 after my last blood test. They keep pumping me full of star stuff–pow, straight in the veins–and I just keep burning through it. Why, stars, why! Why does thou forsake me! I am very tired, stars.

Only Honk.

Or

“There are no genders. Only Honk.”

Make a new website, and/or make a new HonkBusters.

Alternatively: “Where we’re going, we won’t need genders to honk…”

Oh, holy hell, I just uncontrollably giggled at that for so long, my chest hurts. I sent it to my only group of friends, and it looks even better in smaller thumbnail form. Good gracious.

Everytime I see this, I can’t help but giggle a little at that magnificent lump, just florpin’ on by, awkward as hell. I love our moon, so much.

My new therapist’s office sets a recurring bi-weekly appointment for their patients, which I find fantastic, and it’s been a great start, but it’s still relatively new and we’re getting familiarized enough to work out a specific treatment plan, so every two weeks, she’ll open with a genuine: “How are you?” and it’s a toss-up in my head between: “Are you sure you wanna know? Or should we get shit done…”

Flirtinis, all around!

“I’m sorry, Monsieur Toast, the job posting was for an experienced host.”