Yesterday morning, when I sat down at my desk everything was wet and my pens smelled like pickles. I didn’t really think much of it at the time.
Much later I realized that the kombucha had been using my desk to draw weird little pictures to post onto my tumblr. Tumblr still hasn’t gotten back to me about deleting my hacked account.
At this point, I can’t really tell if the kombucha believes it is impersonating me or boldly mocking me. Probably the latter.
the amnesia-naut 