I had a dream last night that I was at a coffee shop and there was a drink called ‘fistbumping lesbians’ and it was a seven shot caramel latte
I start work super early tomorrow so guess who’s gonna make herself a fistbumping lesbians at the start of her shift
Behold the fistbumping lesbians
Jsyk this thing could wake the dead
4 hours later: I’m fricken ZAZZED you guys
Me rn
I did some googling. Apparently Starbucks has more caffeine in their coffee than most places. So a grande drip coffee there is 330 mg of caffeine, instead of 180-230 or whatever.
The articles that I saw mentioning this all cited 400 as the safe daily amount of caffeine, although none of them said why.
The espresso has more too, 89mg instead of 67.
So this drink has 623 mg of caffeine.
Technically, you’d also be going all Blurrily Accelerating Lesbian Skeleton if you had two grande drip coffees there.
peeling those sour rainbow gummy strips into long thin strings and putting them into cheap energy drink to create something im calling battery acid spaghetti will update once ive finished it
dont do this
I really hope its not too bad bc i actually love both components.
it forms a dry skin at the top made of the sour pellets. not a great start.
tastes really good actually. i also feel like i am about to explode.
Honestly, in my work as a therapist, I’m seeing this A Lot, and tbh I still don’t have a satisfactory approach to it. A heavy dose of Existentialist “create your own Purpose” tempered with “when the plane’s going down, put your own oxygen mask on first”, but… yeah, there is no ethical way to work on individual emotional distress without acknowledging the systemic socioeconomic, geopolitical fuckery going on at the moment, and the sheer grief that comes with it.
I’m a guidance counselor/psychologist for teenagers and it’s getting really hard to motivate young people to work for a future they don’t believe in.
They look at ther future and see global warming, wwIII, unemployement, political unstability, poison in everything they eat, the earth and animals dying all around them.
I saw this video where someone was asking french teens in the 50s how they imagine the future would be. The war hadn’t been over for long and yet it was all positive with like peace and flying cars and such. Then they went and ask the same questions to nowadays teens and hell that was depressing. Some still had hope, but it was just that “well I hope I’ll have a nice house and maybe some kid” but there was such a hesitancy to it, like they didn’t dare to hope too much.
People mock Greta Thunberg but what they don’t get is that when she said “you stole my dreams”, it was the truth.
Young people don’t get to dream like they used to. They don’t dream anymore, they grief all that won’t be anymore and that’s just so fucking sad.
The fact that both the tweet and these reblogs are pre-pandemic makes this post even worse
just because someone is your favorite character doesnt mean theyd have the same moral alignment as you. wheatley from portal wouldnt say “my pronouns are he/him, thank you for asking!” hed say “what uhh. what does that mean. um. you mean the nouns im most "pro” at is that what youre saying? i like to think im pretty pro,, at all nouns really. umm lets see… apple, kazoo, bubble, happy, door, umm… cake. not too fond of cake really i think its alright but. not my Favorite. if it were up to me though id eat a whole cake in one sitting. if i were a human. not a human, clearly. also not sure if id, know what cake even tastes like. if i tried it. no tastebuds. no Mouth… no. hole. anywhere on my body. haha um,, well anyways id. id say im pretty Pro Nouns. dont see why anyone wouldnt be… what? you mean what i Go By? what do you. ohhhh. ummm. the male ones. the male pronouns. if i can remember what they are… definitely the ones for guys. manly men. like me. pretty sure im a man,,,“ and you need to accept this
Numbers don’t lie but people can sure as fuck pick and choose the numbers they give you and phrase things to make them sound like they mean things they don’t
learn fucking stats or at least how they can hurt
As a wise man once said: There are lies, damned lies, and statistics.