There's a Good Omens tarot deck.

I've always had a secret fantasy that a sex worker would buy one of my designs in a miniskirt, because tippitiwichet is Old English slang for vag and a common name for Venus flytrap, and it's just so suitable for advertisement.

Just in case:
https://www.redbubble.com/people/tippitiwichet/shop

Anyone else get passive aggressive gardening plans, like "Mom's allergic to so I should plant..." or "If I plant this directly in the ground, the landlord won't be able to contain it" or "my ex hates this spice, so I'll grow tons of it" type thoughts? This may include thoughts of salting a neighbor's lawn with either literal salts or sticker seeds.

#gardening

Cool, it's 8:30 is in the pm and I'm thinking "coffee" like I'm still 16 and not 48 and this idea is totally fine with no consequences. Lol, yay mini adventures!

Hey, @peeppeepcircus , I need a permacultraist to hear my joy at my decision to not use pesticides when I saw ant populations increasing. The predators have moved in, look up ❤️

I found antlions under my porch! A type of damselfly larvae that digs pits in sandy soil that ants fall into when they walk across it. I've noticed a lot of ant activity in my garden, it seems these guys have finally moved in to correct the imbalance :). I used to hunt these dudes and horny toads in the "badlands" of my youth, packed with cracked red clay and a few hardy species. These dudes thrive quite well.

I love being back at a computer where I can type out the alt thing.

Sometimes I talk about him to Joe, I say, "Remember the godling?" and he says, "Yeah", so I say "I hope that mother fucker is kept happy" because I think if someone isn't giving him a constant flow of love, fuck. We all need to hide.

The steam was his body heat being high enough to make the sweat evaporate quite quickly, because mother fucker was a giant energy bomb. I call him the godling.

Okay, so once upon a time, my friends took me to a party in a neighboring city that we never hung out in, and once I was there they gave me free acid. Then once we were properly high, they told me to check out the host of the party. He was conceived in ceremony. He steamed when he was on acid. Turned out I was brought there because they wanted to see what the witch they knew thought of him. His wand vibrated my arm to the shoulder joint. I checked for batteries. Nope.