I’m conscientiously objecting to Thanksgiving dinner with my family this year, in favor of sleeping in, not driving, and avoiding small talk, and now having an irresponsible quantity of Indian food delivered and getting ready to scare myself shitless by watching Ma in the dark.
It is easily one of my top 5 best mental health choices of the year.
I hope you’re all having an equally wondrous and self-determined holiday, and if you’re not, I hope there’s alcohol and pie.
❤️
Texting a friend after a chat with my boss…
I just noticed a Netflix miniseries about a grandfather in Ohio they tracked down and put on trial for being a particularly evil Nazi prison guard, and HELL, YES, “add to my list,” even after I spent my weekend being gutted by Unbelievable and American Son and no, really, men who might like me, I SWEAR I’m fun.
Unbelievable on Netflix is the best show that I can’t actually recommend. I don’t normally HAVE feelings, and even *I* alternated flinching and nausea.
It would be wonderful if it hadn’t really happened.
I mean…Yeah, sure. I’m home alone on a literal dark and stormy night — why WOULDN’T this be my choice of entertainment?
(And yes, I still get Netflix discs because I am An Old. Blow me and then get off my lawn.)
😳
Um…
Um…
Hey, Netflix?
🙋🏻♀️
The criteria for depression annoy me.
“Loss of interest in things you used to enjoy?”
OK, fine, but…sometimes shit just gets boring.
How is it MY fault that everything is garbage except John Mulaney specials and Serenity on repeat?
Jesus, Netflix, YES, I am still watching Scandal. Didn’t you INVENT the binge watch? Let me hide from humanity in peace. I don’t feel like moving my arm to find the damn remote — what am I, a triathlete?
Judgy bitch.
I don’t understand transphobia. I have shit to do. I don’t have time to care who has what in their pants, what they do with it, where they pee. I’m BUSY. You fuckers need hobbies. Do you have Netflix? It’s pretty great, you should look into it. Maybe knitting?
Smug Singleton 