my grandpa loved the song all about that bass and I will never forget the eye contact I made with my brother when a slow violin cover of all about that bass played at his funeral
everyday at work feels like that scene in the spongebob movie where mr krabs tells spongebob he didn’t get the manager job. I’m making a complete what of myself?? The most embarrassing thing you’ve ever seen???
the joy I get from doing a literature review and finding perfectly relevant articles is truly unmatched I live for it and then I get to do my other favorite activity: hoard PDFs of articles in both a desktop folder and a google drive folder safe and sound ready for citation 🥰
in order to survive working with R I have to visualize R in my mind as a dear friend who I love dearly and who is very helpful but only understands me if I communicate in a very particular way. R is my friend and I love her and when I am good to her she is good to me 🫶
making it my life’s mission to expose the chicanery and lies of the charlatans hated most by me, especially: chiropractors, life coaches, body language “experts”, and evolutionary psychologists. my mortal enemies.
omg waittt wouldn’t it be crazy if we all got really into answering my time sensitive emails in a timely manner? wouldn’t that be so cool and awesome I think it could be really fun