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speaking of peeing the bed it's been long enough that i can tell this story publicly. in high school i went to a party at some house with no adults, as you sometimes would, and at the end of the night like 10 people all clonked out together in the same bed. fully clothed, one of those teenage moments where you're like wow heehee how rule-breaking, because sure a lot of our parents wouldn't like us sleeping in a bed with a bunch of other teenagers and no adult supervision blah blah. fond memories. anyway.
i'm an extremely light sleeper, so i barely slept, and sometime around 6 am, i woke up to a girl totally panicking, very quietly, because she peed the bed in her sleep. and listen. this wasn't a group of mean kids by any measure. but there's no level of kindness or understanding in the world that will make peeing the bed when you're 17, surrounded by people you only sort of know, a gentle blow.
so i sat up and she was like "oh my god" and I signaled at her to be absolutely silent and I said I'd be right back. And I crawled over everyone and out of the bed like a stupid cat.
and the thing is, by senior year i wasn't getting bullied much anymore. i was generally pretty well liked by my peers, but, if this makes sense, people still didn't always expect very much from me. i was still figuring out how to mask (autistic) and i still often said or did something that made everyone remember i'm weird and they'd just be like "well. that's story for you. i guess." and for the most part i'd become pretty secure in that.
so what i'm saying is i had nothing to lose and this girl had everything to lose.
so i went downstairs and i made tomato soup. and by "made" i mean i put a whole can of tomato soup in a too-small mug and microwaved it until it was lukewarm so as to be convincingly "made" but not so hot to burn someone.
and then i walked back upstairs, and no longer like a cat, i clumsily "attempted" to crawl back into bed, loudly lost my balance, and spilled tomato soup all over the girl and her lap and several other people's laps and heads and the mattress.
everyone woke up confused and anguished and i was like, "oh my god, I'm so sorry. I just got really hungry and it's all i could find."
and everyone immediately accepted with absolutely no further questions that I would go downstairs, make tomato soup at 6 am,and bring it back to bed. everyone just begrudgingly climbed onto the floor and went back to sleep while I put the bedding right into the laundry.
i don't even know this girl's name. i only remembered this story recently because i'm in my hometown for a few months and recently a high school acquaintance said, "hey. do you remember spilling soup on everyone after prom? why did you do that?" and for a moment i genuinely did not and i stared at them completely dumbfounded while the memory loaded and then i started laughing too hard to answer for 2 minutes.
the best part is i can tell this story, and even if it reaches the people who were there, none of them will know which one of them peed the bed. thanks to tomato soup.
people keep pointing out how bewildering this must have been from her point of view and it's making me laugh to tears. i never considered it. i had such a solid plan in my head. i went downstairs to find something to dump on the bed and when i saw the tomato soup i knew it was perfect because it has a distinct smell that would cover anything else and a color which would do the same.
i was so focused on my mission that in the 14 years since i've never once considered what it must have been like for her to decide to trust me because she had no other options, sit there in anguish for three minutes, and then watch me walk back into the room and dump soup on everyone.
You can always find new ways to be kindly if you have nothing to lose. Amazing.
When my mother forgets a wordļæ¼, she is the queen of coming up with new words. Words that would take a third National Treasure movie to fully decipher.ļæ¼ I was talking to her yesterday, and she said this: āYou know the time for los jibbities is coming upļæ¼. You must be so excited!āļæ¼ Oh, is it time for los jibbities already?ļæ¼ I must have missed it on my calendar. ļæ¼Are we celebrating something? āOf courseļæ¼! We should all be celebrating, shouldnāt we?ā ļæ¼OK, so los jibbities is a happy thing.ļæ¼ Itās not like something is giving you the heebie-jeebies, which would have been my one and only guess.ļæ¼ āLos heebie-jeebies? Now youāre making things up.ļæ¼..and this is my show.ā Youāre right. The time for los jibbities is coming upļæ¼. Is this a season? āYes, the season for love. The season for pride.āļæ¼ OK, los jibbities. āYeah, sound it out.ā Losā¦jibbities. LGBTs! āSĆ, mira cuz youāre gay!ā āYou couldnāt just say pride season? You couldnāt just⦠*laughs*
HAPPY LOS JIBBITIES EVERYBODY!!!
My gleeful vampire
Detroit Michigan Saturday, April 19th, 2025
IT WILL BE A SWORD-DAY, A RED DAY, ERE THE SUN RISES
So a lot of Trump supporters want to change the constitution to allow him to run for a third term. How they advertised this idea?
Fanart of Trumps face on Julius Caesars head.
Oh and look what is coming up soon, what a coincidence :)
Thats so weird and odd and Do You Know What Would Be Really Funny?
That is
Literally the most hilarious ironic timing ever
If life were a film, critics would be calling the foreshadowing "too heavy-handed"
This weekend I was told a story which, although Iām kind of ashamed to admit it, because holy shit is it ever obvious, is kind of blowing my mind.
A friend of a friend won a free consultation with Clinton Kelly of What Not To Wear, and she was very excited, because she has a plus-size body, and wanted some tips on how to make the most of her wardrobe in a fashion culture which deliberately puts her body at a disadvantage.
Her first question for him was this: how do celebrities make a plain white t-shirt and a pair of weekend jeans look chic?Ā She always assumed it was because so many celebrities have, by nature or by design, very slender frames, and because they can afford very expensive clothing.Ā But when she watched What Not To Wear, she noticed that women of all sizes ended up in cute clothes that really fit their bodies and looked great.Ā She had tried to apply some guidelines from the show into her own wardrobe, but with only mixed success.Ā So - what gives?
His answer was that everything you will ever see on a celebrityās body, including their outfits when theyāre out and about and they just get caught by a paparazzo, has been tailored, and the same goes for everything on What Not To Wear.Ā Jeans, blazers, dresses - everything right down to plain t-shirts and camisoles.Ā He pointed out that historically, up until the last few generations, the vast majority of people either made their own clothing or had their clothing made by tailors and seamstresses.Ā You had your clothing made to accommodate the measurements of your individual body, and then you moved the fuck on.Ā Nothing on the show or in People magazine is off the rack and unaltered.Ā He said that what they do is ignore the actual size numbers on the tags, find something that fits an individualās widest place, and then have it completely altered to fit.Ā Thatās how celebrities have jeans that magically fit them all over, and the rest of us chumps canāt ever find a pair that doesnāt gape here or ride up or slouch down or have about four yards of extra fabric here and there.
I knew that having dresses and blazers altered was probably something they were doing, but to me, having alterations done generally means having my jeans hemmed and then simply living with the fact that I will always be adjusting my clothing while Iām wearing it because I have curves from here to ya-ya, some things donāt fit right, and the world is just unfair that way.Ā I didnāt think that having everything tailored was something that people did.Ā
Itās so obvious, I canāt believe I didnāt know this.Ā But no one ever told me.Ā I was told about bikini season and dieting and targeting your āproblem areasā and avoiding horizontal stripes.Ā No one told me that Jennifer Aniston is out there wearing a bigger size of Ralph Lauren t-shirt and having it altered to fit her.
I sat there after I was told this story, and I really thought about how hard I have worked not to care about the number or the letter on the tag of my clothes, how hard I have tried to just love my body the way it is, and where Iāve succeeded and failed.Ā I thought about all the times Iāve stood in a fitting room and stared up at the lights and bit my lip so hard it bled, just to keep myself from crying about how nothing fits the way itās supposed to.Ā No one told me that it wasnāt supposed to.Ā I guess I just didnāt know.Ā I was too busy thinking that I was the one that didnāt fit.
I thought about that, and about all the other girls and women out there whose proportions are āwrong,ā who canāt find a good pair of work trousers, who canāt fill a sweater, who feel excluded and freakish and sad and frustrated because they have to go up a size, when really the size doesnāt mean anything and it never, ever did, and this is just another bullshit thing thrown in your path to make you feel shitty about yourself.
I thought about all of that, and then I thought that in elementary school, there should be a class for girls where they sit you down and tell you this stuff before you waste years of your life feeling like someone put you together wrong.
So, I have to take that and sit with it for a while.Ā But in the meantime, I thought perhaps I should post this, because maybe my friend, her friend, and I are the only clueless people who did not realise this, but maybe weāre not.Ā Maybe some of you have tried to embrace the arbitrary size you are, but still couldnāt find a cute pair of jeans, and didnāt know why.
This post is one of those things that I will reblog every time it appears on my dash.Ā This is so important, and no one ever tells you about it.
I almost didnāt read this but then I did and Iām really glad that I did.
Super important
Tldr: The reason clothes never ālooked right on youā is because models and celebrities always had their clothes tailored to fit them perfectly.
I love this post but it always frustrated me just a little because I canāt even afford to buy new clothes let alone get the clothes I have tailored. But then I remembered that a lot of things are easier to do than you think they will be, so hereās some resources on how to alter your own clothes!
Please read this, itās an opportunity to learn about yourself, possibly a new skill and why it isnāt you, itās the industry.
Do I reblog this every time? Yes. Part of the reason I became kinda-sorta-vaguely proficient at sewing was because NOTHING off-the-rack fits me, no matter what size Iām at.
LIKE TO CHARGE REBLOG TO CAST LET'S GET THIS FUCKER EXPLODEDED
let it be so
before it gets bad I'm just gonna tell y'all certain rich people have literally only recently noticed Open Source software availability compromises the bottom line of their proprietary investments so if you see little chickadees on this website talking about the dangers of Open Source software all of a sudden it's cuz they accidentally sipped some koolaid mixed up by the far right yacht people to fuck with peoples software sovereignty and right to repair, modify, and redistribute robust codebases that become a problem when 30% of your portfolio is in, oh, say, adobe or openai.
This is your unfriendly neighborhood computer fucker telling you not to fall for it and to demand your right to digital sovereignty rather than trusting companies to make correct choices about what to do with the parts of your life they would very much like to have in the cloud to continue improving their products.
go white boy! get stupid!
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