NOT ZOLF,

NOT ZOLF,

ALEXANDER,

NOT ZOLF,

ANYONE ELSE!

(except Wilde also not Wilde)

It's time for Third Meal™ which is the third meal of the day which can be eaten anywhere between the hours of 4 and 12pm and is dependent on what time I have eaten "lunch" on any given day. Tonight's Third Meal™ is at 11:15 and consistent of the leftover box mac and cheese that I made for breakfast which I have put bread crumbs on and heated up in the oven, because I just wanted to feel like I'm eating something nice for once! Upon it's inception Third Meal™ was made illegal by the matriarch of the family because quote: "you shouldn't be cooking at fucking midnight." But Third Meal™ was decriminalized as it was a better alternative to eating junk food.

This has been a brief history of Third Meal™.

My life is a fucking ruin.

I just finished the last season of the good place!

The thin wall that keeps me from remembering the true concept of death has been dissolved, hoping it comes back soon.

Great show though! Incredible show!

No one on this bus knows that I had to take out my contacts because one ripped, they all think I can see perfectly, what arrogance, what foolishness.

I'm an evil mastermind.

A short list of people who I allow to misgender me:

1. The old ladies at my knitting circle

There is no number 2 it's only them.

I watched "antiviral" last night for the first time and I knew straight away that it had a weird micro-fandom, which I am very glad about. What I did not expect was that every trans person who sees this film looks at Syd March and starts jumping up and down and pointing and shouting "transgender!" At him, I'm elated to get this news. I was worried I was the only one.