I was this kid. Our household was a little free range (lots of booze and rolled up dollar bills, not a lot of food and often no electricity). I had lice a few times, and we also had some food insecurity, but I honestly have almost no memory of it. So I stole food and I was stinky. Being ostracized, I made up friends to talk to as a coping mechanism. I guess those were my crimes.
People remember how you made them feel. Even if like you are the most clean cut, kind, patient individual. If you show them something alarming it sticks around a while. Like lack of emotional regulation. Angry is fine, but I find a lot of the time when people say they are angry sometimes they then describe something that is violent.
Loved him in buffy and loved to hate in Merlin.
Truly lost count. Not that many. A handful in my twenties but I’m not positive of the exact number. They were either not that memorable one time things, or 2-3 year relationships.
I have the big water bottle, the little water cup by the sink, and the can of seltzer. Just depends on which one I walk by.
Dessert: Iced oatmeal cookie+crunchy peanut butter+iced oatmeal cookie sandwich
Snack: tortilla+cheese+lots of tajin with a dill pickle on the side
Dinner: cream cheese cheddar bagels stuffed with cucumbers
You made me realize this could happen to me. I better stop getting enticed by those paid relocations and bigger salaries before I end up 5 states over.
Florida. I think the other ones are pretty normal.
The truth during grad school when you get assigned more reading than is humanly possible. 🥲
Oh it’s not something I use anymore. At the time it was the bosses equipment.
I don’t really. My career gives me purpose which makes it fade temporarily while I’m busy or tired… Some days I just couch rot to build up my energy to be purposeful and lessen the awareness of it. It feels like accepting it and working with it is more realistic for me.
Used to. Then I had to use one for work. Now think about the nice neat orderly landscaping. How tidy everything looks. Like power washing.
Jacksonville
You should eat more vegetables, take your vitamins, brush your teeth twice a day, and give your animals some scritches. Sleep more also.
Really it all started when the chipmunk made it into the particle collider.
I don’t think my kids will ever afford to move out. Well, one might. Depends on the field she chooses. Best I can do is leave them a home.
I shelter in place on sundays and this is why. They are out in force. And my perimenopausal ass has a strong sense of justice and no filter. I’ll get in a fist fight.
Yesterday on the way home I thought I was going to be affluenza’d by some crazy kid in a green glittery wrapped Beamer. They were so close to my bumper and making so many jerking, erratic movements that I was too worried to merge lest they did at the same time and sent us all rolling. Traffic was dense enough that I couldn’t speed up and really couldn’t safely merge initially. They ended up driving down the middle of the two lane highway and nearly ran a few people into the ditch. At least my demise would have been on the dash cam I guess.
Woodworking/carpentry has always fascinated me.
My dad would build all sorts of shit. Decks. Bars inside those little sheds for some reason (man cave?). I always watched a growing up and I still think it was super cool. But now I live in a 700sq ft apartment. So that’s a big hindrance to doing most things.
Teachers call this Sunday Scaries.