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✍ spy tf2 or triangle man, triangle man doesn't like person man
ive drawn spy like. twice
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Homegirl spent an hour on the phone with (blessedly) out-of-state Matriarch, succeeding in 1.) maintaining a tenuous hologram of peace and 2.) setting up automatic monthly tuition payments (!) with a side of house-hunting that yearned to simmer into discord, but was denied (!!) and constrained to mild tension. I’ve got my new gold ankle boots on, Agnes Baltsa is paying Rossini stunning homage (thanks are ever due to @congregamus, but specifically, here, for including La Baltsa on that gigantic music transfer we decided to do out of nowhere that one cloudy summer day three (?!) years ago), and I feel not completely worthless.
I’m just waiting on The Boys, a subset of Ur-Squaf, to come into accord re: where we’ll hike today, as has become an almost-daily ritual. Later, an end-of-year party for the extra-curricular ensemble whose presence in my life has both robbed and bestowed sanity, which for me will be a “bye for now! good luck, alti!” And a subtle middle finger to our director, the other Matriarch in my life, who tried to throw a mini-party for me mid-rehearsal a few weeks back (as if I were flying South the next morning rather than halfway through August).
My room is a masterwork of disarray, but the kitchen is clean; I haven’t practiced at all this week, but I have done lots of piano touch-ups. Eating has been more a matter of grazing and less a matter of meal-crafting, but the cat hasn’t starved and doesn’t hate me for deviating from his accustomed feeding schedule while I have the house to myself. It’s so hard to see the give-and-take at play when my mind insists on clutching only the failings, but I am looking, and that’s something.
My sweet small Gnome druid LaMira. She catches bees to feed them to the mighty god Longstrider. This is for a DnD group i have with my friends in the squaf. 10/10 they are great and DnD is my soul now. Expect more bees.
We Are All Daan
Hanging out with the squad like ( @wolfyfloofs @lapis-art )
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I haven’t posted a selfie literally ever on here