The baby has started sleeping through the night (praise be) but noone has told my boobs so instead of enjoying the rest, I'm lying here with uncontrollable milky tit fountains, having a good old Grunka. Please do enjoy that mental image.
Catching up has made me nostalgic for simpler times when lots of us started working from home. We'd convene of a morning, mute our zoom calls and settle in for a good DKL watchalong. It was such an unsettling and tense time in the real world and these threads and Jack's antics were such a good escape. Ah, Fraus, I'm tired and emotional but we've had some fun, haven't we
But to the point - I unfollowed Jack on Twitter about 5 years ago because I couldn't deal with her pattern of dramatic flouncing only to return within 48 hours. It's unbelievable to me that with the passing of 5 years and 3 therapists on speed dial, she has achieved exactly zero emotional growth.
Also, falling under the train remains my favourite of her bullshit. Under a train? Under? Fucks sake.
*A fire? At sea parks? Gif*