First off, Happy Easter to me:
May you too have a basket made of dead armadillo filled with your favorite, weirdo things. Including an Easter egg glued to a dead mouse. Or Benedict Cumberbunnies. The usual.
And speaking of weirdos, if you follow me on twitter you already know that this weekend you all gave me back faith in humanity and I saw so many of you save each other in amazing ways and I realized how often people become friends through this community. But we should make that easier. So if you’re on twitter put a link to yourself in the comments and I’ll follow you. And others will to. If you’re looking for a special connection to someone who shares the same issues then just leave it in the comments. Like if you’re looking for someone to share taxidermy pictures with or if you want to bond with someone else who struggles with being bipolar or someone you can binge watch horror movies with when you have insomnia. Whatever.
I’ll start. I’m at https://twitter.com/TheBloggess and I like sloth videos and talking to people when I’m fighting off panic attacks. Your turn.
And now, the weekly wrap-up:
Shit I made in my shop (Named “EIGHT POUNDS OF UNCUT COCAINE” so that your credit card bill will be more interesting.):
- I super love this guy.
- “I told the truth in my sister’s obituary so that others might choose to live.”
- Me and Sylvia Plath. I did not see that coming.
- If I had enough money I’d buy you all one of these.
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