#tzigventures

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HARDWIRED UNOPENABLE FIRE ALARM GOES OFF EVERY 10 MINUTES

THE LOG SO FAR

10.31pm 10.42pm 10.52pm 11.03pm 11.13pm 11.25pm 11.36pm 11.46pm 11.57pm 12.07am 12.18am 12.28am 12.39am 12.49am 1.00am 1.10am 1.21am 1.31am

GOTTA STAY UP UNTIL THE RENTAL PLACE OPENS OR THE BATTERY RUNS OUT HOLLAAAAAAAAAA AT LEAST I’LL BE ALMOST CAUGHT UP ON TAZ BY THEN

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20 minutes until bedtime so I’m gonna install and play stardew valley because I’m JUST that self destructive

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Well mark that down as TWO (2) things I’ve started watching because of their Famously Sad Endings™

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Me @ trisatan a few weeks ago: idk if I'm in an anime ~mood~ Also me in those few weeks: watches 4 years worth of naruto

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No alright I have to take a second to talk about my Weird Aldi’s Experience I think I was in there for about 10 minutes total and 7 of those were me waiting in the checkout line with nothing to buy.

Going through the auto doors was like stepping through a god damned inter-dimensional portal. You know how whenever you walk into a super market you usually hear a local radio station coming through kinda blurry on the storewide speaker system, kids causing untold amounts of loud mischief, long suffering parents dealing with screaming toddlers (”No you’re not getting that Kit-Kat, its $2!”), the freezers droning away... This place was dead, there was just no sound. I was genuinely disoriented by the total absence of audial feedback and physically balked a bit as I gathered myself, it was like the oppressive feeling you get upon walking into a library. This was a place that was not meant to be disturbed. The freezer/fridge section was a barely detectable low hum JUST! on the frequency of human hearing, unnaturally calm children sticking closely to their adults and nary a hint of Hit!107 playing The Weeknd’s Can’t Feel My Face for the actually seriously 6 billionth time don’t doubt me I’ve been counting since last year.

At this point, I am uncomfortable. I feel like I can’t make any sound and I am fully ready to turn around and blaze a trail back to my car that would make the Roadrunner jealous, but I’ve made the trip and fuck a duck, I’m going to get something out of this colossal waste of petrol. So. Onwards I trek, to find that the prices are quite reasonable. Slightly mollified by this point, I realise I’m going to need a trolley. Good luck fucker, they’re all back outside on the other side of the, and I cannot stress this enough, ONE WAY SLIDING DOOR so you can just either suffer and balance everything in your noodle arms or try and slide around to the exit and come in again. Or maybe you COULD if you weren’t lost in the supermarket like Ben Folds.

There is no way out of Aldi’s.

My options are to either join the queue at the ONLY open checkout of at least 8 stations, or flag down a worker and inquire with growing notes of hysteria “Excuse me sir, is there any way I can escape from this hell rift I’ve found myself in?” For the sake of everyone in the store, option one was most practical but it was a close thing.

Ding! Another checkout station opens up and with the fluid synchronicity of a school of fish, half of the customers in front of me flow over to the other section accompanied by most of the other patrons ready to piss away their hard earned cash on diet brands of beloved Australian products (I have still not heard any of these people say a single word). I’m left floundering, no idea what to do I just know I want some microwave lasagne and this would never have been an issue at Woolies. After a few more minutes of standing around awkwardly in the purchase line without a single thing to purchase, I decide that is enough. I refuse to spend another second in this reality altering purgatory of a store but unfortunately! The businessman in front of me has blocked the rest of the aisle by leaning on the rail across from his young son while they wait for the current customer to finish their transaction. Finally. Finally he moves and I seize my chance. Forward I go, trying desperately to not look like I’ve stolen something, accidentally whacking an innocent girl with the corner of my handbag as I go.

I catch my breath as soon as I’m back in the outside world and the feeling of foreboding and wrongness drops away instantly as I’m suddenly able to open my mouth and make noise again. It was as if I had been in some strange dimension where all my senses were dulled and even thinking about the whole thing now I can only remember vague impressions and murky details. In a last ditch effort to salvage this disaster of a trip, I try to take a trolley only to find they’re all locked together by some strange mechanism that I just watched a woman take off then re-engage yet cannot figure out myself. That is it, the last straw, I have hit my limit. Out of the sheer relief of being able to make noise again I mutter, probably too loudly “nah, I’m going to Coles instead” and make my departure for the first and hopefully last time.

And that’s how I fucked about with the spacetime continuum at 5:30 on a Monday night.

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mate. buddy. pal. I never in my life watched an episode of shippuden but Tristan convinced me so hey what the hell. and I am 13 and screeching once again

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you better believe I’m going to bed at 7:50pm I’m an adult and my house mate is not here I don’t have to keep up appearances fuck you

Also the finale sapped my will to exist so I’m just gonna not do that for like 10 hours

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starting to watch That Zombie Show again was a horrible idea. I’m pissed as fucking hell right off the bat with the wolves threatening daryl sasha and abe like its not even entertaining to watch he is just getting on my last nerve