Nah, just needs the right butt plug.

You’re not running, you’re SCAMPERING

I can’t recommend Honeycomb. Very disjointed and disappointing.

I mean, we can’t have tall standards.

Currently reading Personal Effects by Robert A Jensen. He’s headed up recovery efforts for natural disasters, plane crashes, mine collapses, and terrorist attacks; the kind of events that have between several hundred and several hundred thousand bodies. It’s a neat look at how those things are dealt with, and he’s an incredibly compassionate person.

Also reading Honeycomb by SB Caves. Won’t know how I feel about it until I see where it’s going, but it’s a very tense read.

After winning popular reality talent show Searching For A Star and a subsequent record deal at the age of 19, Amanda Pearson was the hottest thing in the UK. But as her short-lived fame started to fade, the cracks began to show stumbling on stage slurring during live TV interviews suspicious photos of her nightclubs with powder around her nostrils. The dream was over Amanda Pearson would forever be a one hit wondersix years later, after cleaning her act up, but failing to re-establish her career, her ex manager, informs her of an unexpected opportunity that will help alleviate her dire financial situation and potentially thrust her back into the spotlight. The proposal is simple, six strangers alone in a mansion, under constant observation for the duration of a week. Every day they take pill five people are taking a placebo, but one person will be taking an experimental drug, which they are assured has no adverse side-effects, the other participants, a dinner lady who moonlight as a comedian and eccentric theatre, actor, a popular YouTuber a dance choreographer and a car salesman all seem normal at first, however, as each day goes by that changes paranoia leads to violence who is taking the real pill and exactly doesn’t do it do. Amanda realises that this is no normal experiment she is trapped. The old mansion is rigged, and there is no way out.

Of my recently finished books, I recommend Dry by Neal and Jarrod Schusterman.

The drought–or the Tap-Out, as everyone calls it–has been going on for a while now. Everyone’s lives have become an endless list of don’ts: don’t water the lawn, don’t fill up your pool, don’t take long showers.

Until the taps run dry.

Suddenly, Alyssa’s quiet suburban street spirals into a warzone of desperation; neighbors and families turned against each other on the hunt for water. And when her parents don’t return and her life–and the life of her brother–is threatened, Alyssa has to make impossible choices if she’s going to survive.

That urinal is dirty.

I did it not.

Switched to GoodReads when Shelfari went down. Now I’ve moved to Storygraph. It’s fine.

Fan4stic

Omg Elrond, you can’t just ask a hobbit why he’s short.

Surgery is probably the exact time I’m ready for my health insurance ceo to be taken out.

I have library cards in three different states.

“What is virtue? How can it be taught?” - Socrates

Omg I haven’t had canned water in 20+ years, that shit was amazing!

Edit: well fuck, it’s sparkling water.

And mixing the scent of an apple with the scent of cat hair doesn’t give you coconut scent.

Why … would i think it would?

Irrelevant. This guy was not the love of your life, he was an experience. You can’t find the love of your life if you’re hung up on him. Block him, learn from and appreciate the experience for what it was, move on.

I burn my LIFE to make a sunrise I know I will never see.

Interesting. I’m not vegan, so it doesn’t matter to me. The recipe specifically calls for Prosecco, which i used, but I don’t know if it was vegan.

I try to eat at least half my meals without meat, so I get a lot of recipes from vegan sites like this, but I use regular dairy products.

No judgements, I’m here if she needs a hug.

She looks . . . disheveled.