Brye Claire 🌻 @memnus@octodon.social

Hey fediverse, what's my karaoke song?

This is what happens when I ignore a project, try to avert the descent into hyperfocus. Everything else blurs and shakes and slips from my grasp.

Big ol' electrolysis hickey right on my tracheal bulge. Gender reserves running low.

My doctor wants to have a conversation about my cholesterol. It's always been a problem, but, well.

I've said before that I want to reduce the mammal in my diet. Time to make that more solid. This post is my consent for you to openly question my decision if you see me choosing to eat mammal.

Back to bed. 😴

My brain is nothing but static today.

I forgot how to eat a banana

Salty? Me? Nooooooo. Why would you say that.

Ain't no hangry like two-year-old hangry. I feel you, kid, we'd all be better off if the post office served lunch, but here we are.

For not being an electronic gamer much at all, let alone an FPS-er, the phrase 'no-scope' for lucky guesses or intuitions has crept into my vocabulary an awful lot.

Nothing like taking a craft that I had bare passing familiarity with under a year ago, looking at my current results, and thinking, "Damn but I'm getting good at this."

Also it dovetailing nicely with a hobby that I've also leveled up in several times in the last six months.

@midi_mac got the absolute sweetest picture of me and Mordred last night.

100% fluff, 0% fucks. I like it.

(too long to transcribe, sorry)

Seen on the side of the queer club on queer night. Tag yourself, I'm the living.

Gay as fuck and ready to go out (and vice versa? (eye contact)

Everything here is over-salted and vaguely minty