Ramble On: Summer 2026 Edition
- Plums.
- Hours spent agonizing over the promise of just one minute more.
- Got Titans in my back pocket.
- Everything in duck fat.
- Funny thing about noncompliance and not succumbing to facial recognition, finger print, face-everywhere bullshit is that that technology is likely designed to work backwards. Meaning, if you suddenly don’t check some box as fast as it wants you to, you’re probably a bigger red flag than you would have been had you just obeyed to begin with.
- I don’t have a menu of people to purchase. I barely have enough of an appetite for even just one these days.
- Oliver Stone.
- Butterscotch chips in oatmeal = 10/10
- Bubble and squeak.
- Gold paint.
- Do you want to cry? Yes/No
- W.E.I.R.D. Science bias.
- Six more months in solitary.
- (Insert Bernoulli's Expected Utility)
- Climbing fences and walls while wearing stilettos.
- Platinum fortune cookies.
- Pink frosting.
- No.
- No.
- No.
- No.
- Not again.
- Not even close.
- No.
- No.
- Definitely not.
- Get fucked.
- No.
- “That’s it. I’m not going.”
- Grocery days are the best days <3
- Just like honey.
- “That’s my purse and I don’t know you.”
- And the way he watches, hungry and sly. Nothing she does escapes his eye.
- This summer, we aren’t turning the oven on. We’ll just do raw foods and dishes. Turn each other on instead. Eat the aphrodisiacs. Fuck on the kitchen counter.
- Puppy picnic plaid.
- Dancing with myself.
- Don’t want to pause ads. Don’t want to sit through them.
- Tea and cake.
- And so what if I just want Dior and your teeth on my skin today?
- Rosetta Stone (and similar language learning tools) should include an optional “Slang and Profanity” section for each language.
- Monk fasts.
- Anxious purgatory sits between “what are you waiting for” and “why are you in such a rush”.
- The eternal quest for cinnamon chips.
- Demonized. Sexualized. Idolized.
- She will deteriorate right before our very eyes. It’s his favorite magic trick.
- In the mornings, shadows are seen long before their person ever arrives.
- “Under the arc-lights, the long-chassied German locomotive panted quietly with the laboured breath of a dragon dying of asthma.” — From Russia with Love, Ian Fleming
- Absolutely hate when companies use social media influencer videos as commercials. Are you kidding? Is your company going broke? This looks so desperate? This makes me never want to buy whatever you’re selling.
- Generations of readers. There are so many books on this property.
- But why is there so much expired soup in the closet?
- When the neighbors shake the dice while playing Yahtzee outside, it sounds like they’re cutting coke on a glass table — and while the sounds are nearly identical, the levels of wholesomeness between the two activities clearly are not.
- Fashionable bitching.
- Because I can see it clearly in my head, that’s why.
- Recluse.
- Social media is too repetitive to not be brain washing people.
- A belly full of borscht.
- The edge.
- Is it AI or cake?
- Falling asleep on the beach.
- Do female werewolves give birth to a litter of puppies?
- Caviar on soft pretzels.
- Strawberry mochi. Threadbare carpets. Fires. Pineapple soda. Laughter. Badgers. Pillow forts. Steaks. Vodka. X. Y.
- And on today’s episode of are they an unhoused person or a Santa Monica billionaire surfer….
- Your body, your soul — love will take its toll.
- 3-mile-minimum beach walks at 6 a.m. — I’d run, but the wolf that used to chase me hasn’t been seen for ages.
- Special heart skewers.
- A ghost that is going through puberty and failing to properly make haunting moaning noises because their voice keeps cracking.
- Blindfolds.
- Fuck it. I’m decorating with anatomically correct bones this year. And maybe teeth as well.
- “I can’t lie on my bed without thinking I was wrong —“ Phoenix
Hoping for a miracle
(but I’ll settle for a nap)
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