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writer, knitter, cyborg, library wizard, Gentlewoman of Evil. “chaotic but a delight.” “lewd but a gentleman.” cake/coffee life. practice makes better. 🏳️‍🌈🧃✡️ (any pronouns)
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My potholder just melted onto the handle of my pan, like, bestie, I don’t think you understand your purpose????

Yesterday I made my dad and I the Cheesy Black Bean and Corn Skillet Bake from The Bean Book (mods: no jalapeño or red pepper flakes due to Midwestern Dad, substitute cumin instead) and served it with cornbread and it was a hit.

My dad just left and Coleslaw is SO TUCKERED, bless

What if I reached inside my face and just yanked my entire sinuses out

My dad: literally cannot get to my place before 4:30, and that’s if he doesn’t stop ONCE Me since 10am: omg my dad is gonna be here soon

Grocery delivery also forgot my lemon juice, how am I supposed to live laugh ldrink bee’s knees under these circumstances

I do not expect the world from my grocery delivery shoppers, but I feel like they ought know the difference between “2 sweet onions” and “one yellow onion”

In a complete contrast to this morning, this afternoon my bus came AT LEAST five minutes early and I missed it. So. Normal commuting day here.

At this point in the document I’m transcribing there’s a lot of mention of Mr. Riddle and I bet you can figure out how exactly I’m typing that every single time.

Oh my GOD the driver just switched to the wrong route

Second bus is FIFTEEN MINUTES LATE, this is fine

The problem with thin walls is I can’t always tell if something is a Terrier Noise or a Neighbor Noise, and while both are chaotic, only one is My Problem.

“Stop romanticizing Heathcliff and Cathy, they’re both as awful and manipulative as each other” YES, THAT’S WHAT MAKES THEM SOULMATES

What’s the silliest thing you ever earnestly believed, mine is when I was a teenager I was convinced that I was secretly Italian despite 1. looking exactly like my parents, and 2. my entire family being from Northern Europe BECAUSE I liked pasta A Lot.

If the dead mouse is still in the laundry room the day City Man comes back I’m going to make and install a little cardboard gravestone.

Hmm will I remember to hide the large Tom of Finland book that is proudly on display in my office/guest room before my dad comes to visit or not

When Pest Man came last week I mentioned the dead mouse in the laundry room and he said “I saw that on the report, but I didn’t see it in there” but LO AND BEHOLD I just went to out laundry in and the exact same dead mouse is still in the exact same spot it was over two weeks ago.

Oh yay the Tylenol (and my will to live) just kicked in

Wondering if Sudafed will decongest me enough to be worth the tachycardia (lolsob nothing is worth Sudafed tachycardia)

When will my husband* return from war** *sinuses **stop being so fucking congested