Thinking about the haunted hayride I rode when I was six in New Hampshire. Amid the chainsaws and clopping sounds a couple of actors drag a dude from the carriage to the ground. They look up at me, point, and say "you're next" while shuffling after us. Haven't been around a bale of hay since.

Every October I try to watch at least one horror movie/show/video up until Halloween night. My annual kickoff is a screening of A Nightmare on Elm Street. Everything up until then is an assortment of options until wrapping up with Halloween.

Listening to SOPHIE's new album. I miss her so much.

I went to brunch with my dad on Sunday and I'm pretty sure a woman walking by called me the equivalent of the antichrist. On the plus side she did gender me correctly (and the oysters were very good).

Largely recovered from a COVID vaccine fever and I'm trying to remember all of my fever dream thoughts. All I've got this far are Kate Bush songs and an imagined sketch where a wrestler's ring name of Killer Kowalski means he kills people named Kowalski.

Damn, that new Moderna shot hits hard.

Celebrating three years on HRT today. Here are my thoughts on it: Pros: 1. Tits! 2. A heavy reduction in suicidal ideations (my depression is now 90% work based). 3. Way more comfort with my body. I don't cover myself in hoodies any more. 4. Less facial hair (a combo with laser removal).

Just added a trans pride flag in Among Us and I've gotten voted as the Imposter in every round since. That's just cold.

Me: Moans because she can't find a date. Also me: Misses likes on Her because she's too cheap to pay for dating apps. Doing nothing and I'm all out of ideas.

Replaying Sid Meier's Pirates for the first time in maybe 20 years and that opening goes way harder than I remember.