What if we had the little worm in the flying apple car from The Busy World of Richard Scarey buzzing around with bees and butterflies instead of wasps and horseflies. God could've given us whimsy and joy, but instead he gave us horrors beyond our imagination. And I didn't even get a lousy T-shirt.

And then there's people like my friends who follow each other into adventures with new interests and end up spending over $1.5k among them on Warhammer and Warhammer-adjacent accessories.

(1/2) Sometimes I wonder why people meet new people and acquire new interests and forget all their friends like they were nothing but Stanley cups and Stanley cup accessories.

(2/2) I got to thinkin' and iit made me wonder if there was a chemical produced in the smell of C. diff that is also present in those flowers that smell like rotting flesh, and if so, what is it

(1/2) Anyway, there's this absolutely vile infection you can get called C. diff. it basically makes you shit the most vile, putrid, horrific smelling shit 24/7. I keep seeing people describe the smell as a rotting body mixed with Hawaiian Punch and a hint of floral scent.

One time I got super high and asked my husband if he ever wonders what it would be like inside someone else's skin. What I MEANT was if he ever wonders what it would be like to live in a different body, but I just ended up sounding like Ed Gein 😐

⚠️UKNOWN ITEM IN THE BAGGING AREA⚠️

Also I recently started learning Japanese with a couple friends. I've learned about 30 hiragana and katakana now. I also learned how to spell my name! アシュリ I'm quite fond of it and I might paint it on something and hang it above my PC desk

Tonight I chilled with my new spider friend, and then got high and worked on my Necron. I fucked up a couple pieces so now I get to do surgery.

Seems everyone's having a blast at anthrocon! Maybe someday I'll go, but probably not. The only people I'd had to potentially go with don't even talk to me anymore. Life is confusing and lonely. I don't even feel like a furry anymore.