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Brilliant quote from my friend who is moving soon...
Friend: “Oh I gotta pick up omiyage for my new coworkers before I go down there”
Me: “Oh whatcha gonna get them? Some apple stuff?”
Friend: “Nah. Black garlic coffee.”
Me: “...”
Friend: “I don’t need them to like me, I want them to remember me.”
(I mean, our region is famous for both apples and black garlic...)
I walked to my old elementary school with my mom tonight (first time I’ve been back in fifteen years), and it was SO funny to see her reactions to things I thought about the playground and school and surrounding houses.
Me, sitting on the third swing on the swingset in the back of the playground: “Oh yeah, this was MY swing. And that one was Axxxxx’s and that one was Jxxxxx’s, and we ruled this corner of the playground.” Mom: “o...kay?”
Me, ducking under some plastic rocks: “look! the dinosaur!” Mom: “wait what there’s something under there?”
Me, pointing at the mesh flooring beside the slide: “Ah yes, this is where I learned what “flipping someone off” meant.” Mom: ?????? Me: “I stuck my middle finger thru the mesh from underneath and someone accused me of flipping them off.”
Me, looking at the death-trap steel merry-go-round: “Ah yes, the old oil tanker.” Mom: “.....what”
Me, sweeping a hand to indicate the kickball backstop and the field: “And this is where the great snow fort battle of ‘04 -- raged between us fourth graders and the dastardly fifth graders -- escalated to the point where the principal had to call both classes into the library to yell at us, because her office was too small.” Mom: “good lord.” Me: “we built an ice throne.”
Me, pointing at a brown bridge made of planks with small metal circle holes, completely deadpan: “that’s the graham cracker bridge.” Mom: “...alrighty then.”
(I also tried to slide across this zipline-kinda slider thing, not realizing the school had welded it in place due to safety concerns, so my mom has a wonderful video of me wrenching my arms off and eating it into the woodchips)
Welcome to Night Vale: “We’re doing a world tour!”
Me, in Japan: “YESSSS omg I will go to whatever big city I have to to see it--”
Welcome to Night Vale: “All over North America and Europe!”
Me: ....
Me: “Oh.”
the gas company is finally replacing the propane tank in my shower (after a month and a half of COLD SHOWERS), so I have some spare time to go thru my likes and reblog them with tags (I am a little particular about having tags). Expect a spam, from now to however long it takes to replace a propane tank and drill a larger hole in the wall for the bigger exhaust pipe. ✌
“sensory issues regarding the length of my hair” plus “executive dysfunction” is the ADHD version of “unstoppable force meets unmovable object”
.........in short, I wanted to cut my hair tonight but didn’t.
My apartment building is so old and is so poorly sealed that when we had a bunch of high winds today, I came home from work and my kitchen and living room (everything on the windward side, apparently) looked like a mysteriously abandoned building far out in the countryside where everything is covered in a fine layer of dust from going untouched for decades after the owners mysteriously vanished... except I was gone for only ten hours and it was dirt from the fucking baseball field behind my building.
Alright, as the 17th draws near (at least in my time zone), I have exported my NSFW fandom-related sideblog and am working on the general fandom-related sideblog to wordpress. Now, mysteriously, the “free” plan has disappeared from the wordpress site maker thingie, and I’m too tired to figure out why. I don’t think I have any NSFW content on my main, it’s really the one sideblog I was worried about getting purged. But who knows, they might just take all my blogs out with a firing squad just for having one “problematic” sideblog. So if I disappear, that’s why.
“Oh, for fucks sake...” is a mood and I am feeling it.
