Sometimes, history reminds us where we came from — fossils, ancient bones, and cavemen who somehow evolved enough to invent fire and clothes. Then there’s Marjorie Taylor Greene — living, breathing proof that evolution can backslide like a busted shopping cart on a hill 🛒⬇️. I stumbled across a meme that almost made me choke on my tea ☕💀. On the left: a hyper-realistic model of a Neanderthal woman from the Museum of Confluences in Lyon, France 🏛️. On the right: MTG — a U.S. Congresswoman who opens her mouth and manages to drag us all back to 40,000 B.C. 🗿 The resemblance? Brutal. The meme? A savage masterpiece. My reaction? Laughing, cringing, then realizing… this isn’t even satire anymore. This is Congress 🎪. Now before the torch mobs whine about “bullying” 🪧😭, let’s get one thing straight: this isn’t about looks — it’s about behavior, mindset, and ignorance dressed up in a blazer with a mic 🎤🧠❌. When you push conspiracy theories, deny science, and treat facts...
Saturday night, and I was ready for a relaxing bath after a busy week. The plan? An oatmeal Epsom soak, some peaceful reading, and just unwinding. I had everything set: my book, my iPad, my bath filled with warm water… or so I thought. But no—the hot water completely bailed on me. I waited patiently, reading my book, hoping for the water to warm up. Despite running it for a while, the comforting warmth I craved never came. To top it off, I got into the bath anyway, but it was freezing! So much for my long, peaceful soak. My 20-minute timer went off, and I was left sitting in cold water, wishing for just a little bit of comfort. Talk about a huge letdown. 😩❄️ I was all set to do my usual routine afterward: changing my expired insulin pump and Dexcom sensor. But nope, that didn’t happen. Instead, I wrapped up my bath early and decided to switch gears. I reattached my sensors, grabbed some chips and lemonade 🍟🍋, and settled in to watch Ancient Aliens on TV. (Honestly, my nig...
Let’s be real—there’s nothing quite like getting lost in a good book. The plot twists, the unforgettable characters, the world-building so vivid it pulls you in… chef’s kiss . Books are my escape, my happy place, my way of avoiding social interactions I didn’t sign up for. But you know what ruins the experience? Stupidity. And I don’t mean the fun, fictional kind where the protagonist makes terrible decisions for the sake of drama (we all secretly love that). I’m talking about real-world, brain-cell-draining stupidity—the kind that makes you question how some people function on a daily basis. Yes, I am a book reader. Yes, I am highly allergic to stupidity. And yes, sarcasm is my prescribed antihistamine. 🫠 This is so me, lol. 😂 I’m an introverted bookworm with a blog called Awkwardly Introverted , where I embrace all things bookish, socially awkward, and, of course, sarcastic. Reading is my comfort zone, and stupidity is my biggest irritant. Symptoms of My “Allergy”...
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