paulthomas

kitchens are for pop art, bathrooms are for silly art, living rooms are for twentieth century American modernism

“my friends secretly don’t like me” is the exact same anxiety as “maybe I’m bad at sex” except you might actually be bad at sex

I officially got boffa. . . boffa deez seasonal vaccines

is this pharmacy playing a late era spoon or just a band that sounds like late era spoon

grow up already develop an interest in jazz

this baby fucking vibes with Louis Prima

"no, burn your ships" . . . I tell myself as I decide to pull the moldy old shower liner from the rings before having purchased a new one

I guess now they're saying that no weapon formed against me will prosper?

I want simply what all posters have wanted since time immemorial: to whine so bitterly the lord almighty himself comes down in a cloud to scare the crap out of me and tell me to knock it off but then also he certifies to everyone that I am blameless and gives me six thousand camels

the used bookstore shelving a copy of "Defining Autism" directly in-between "Ship Models: How to Build Them" and "The Ultimate Guide to Hawaiian Reef Fishes" is an incredible bit

why isn't anyone in hollywood exploiting the Prester John IP appropriately?

I have. . . what's the opposite of imposter syndrome; arrogance?

look how they massacred my Divino Niño

my local grocery store has started stocking a second, tackier brand of votive candle

#inspirational #trashtakes

I should start wearing a Livestrong bracelet again as a bit

I haven't been posting but trust that My Year of Pie continues apace bsky.app/profile/paul...

my review of Flesh by David Szalay: "It was — okay." "Okay?" "Yeah."

I couldn't think of the last time Ive seen shoes hanging in telephone lines and now I'm worried I've grown soft and bougie but I've always been soft and bougie so what's changed? is this a downstream effect of sneaker culture?

truely dont get people who go camera off on a large work zoom; if I'm stuck sitting through this thing I want credit for being here

since the first of the month the apartment parking lot across the street from me now houses *two* sunshine orange subaru crosstreks tough beat for the original owner; like if a second ukulele kid showed up in class at the start of junior year

I suspect they may go to the Phoenix office but inshallah I will never return

I'm just going to have to keep this set of mystery keys that lives in my backpack until I die?

there should be a model of pickup truck just called The Bull of Heaven

Baltimore retains it's crown in the The Streets Of song franchise

unfortunately all I can do now is imagine a super tasteless super maudlin minneapolis themed reworking of the lyrics to Streets of Laredo

the east coast has forsaken white bread toast and it is to our detriment

I tease my mother but I actually do need a little decorative plate to hold the tea steeper in my office and I don't own one so who's laughing now?

the hymn In The Bleak Midwinter was stuck in my head today and I knew it was time to pull this out 10/10

me casually asking this friend "have you heard that term 'YIMBY'?" today