I cooked a lot, tried some new ingredients too! I frankensteined bits of this recipe for my work lunches this week. Made brown rice bowls with avocado, edamame, and salmon filets cooked with garlic, soy sauce, rice vinegar and sesame oil. (Didn’t cube the salmon after my first attempt because I’m messy with a knife.)

Also for the sriracha mayo I had two failed attempts at making mayo from scratch. I’d say it was a learning experience but I’m still not sure what I learned.

Breakfast was just sandwiches, but I had a ton of ham leftover so now I’m making a quiche with spinach and onions.

Will probably make the same thing for lunch this coming week because it was really good. Every time I got a spoonful of rice with a lil bit of avocado in it it was delightful.

Clothes are expensive, I don’t throw anything out until it’s unwearable.

Only thing I’m worried about is pants. I shop for people for a living, so I basically power walk 7 hours a day. My thighs are constantly rubbing down to nothingness and patches don’t last long enough to justify the effort.

If I quit my job I can probably make it another ten years though.

I live in the US south. I work in retail. They’ve been calling for snow every day.

Consistently over an hour behind on orders because everyone acts like they’re never going to see food again.

I did make really nice rice bowls for lunch every day so I had something to look forward to, though :)

Thanks <3 it’s OK, it has to be around a decade now. It just came to mind as the worst experience because in hindsight it was so stupid to torment me so much. “Oh no I offended the guy who thinks his sexual orientation is thinking gay people are gross 🥺”

Yeahhhh. Being on Tumblr for years taught me that the most inane thoughts will get twisted into a callout ages after you forgot saying them. I type out random inconsequential posts a lot and then delete them.

Anyone with good taste had an alibi that night.

Yeah, the problem here is calling them the party of slavery, when both parties are blatantly in favor of it.

A really stupid one was when my older sister started tossing out a bunch of random attacks on my character when I was about to drive her to work. I asked when I ever demonstrated any of these traits and she brought up when I jumped into an argument that had nothing to do with me the night before and supposedly said horrible things.

Anyone who knew me would have known I was in my room with headphones watching the Gravity Falls finale the night before. I think that was the first time anyone failed at gaslighting me, because I was that obsessed with Gravity Falls.

I told her to call a cab to work and she started crying. :/ Like, what did you expect…

Young adult, novice queer. Made a post on Tumblr about how I was tired of both gay users bashing ace people, but also ace users bashing gay people, and I was done with both communities. For context, Tumblr users in this era looooooved to dunk on posts about lesbian sex and I was sick of it.

Older mutual who’s opinion I really cared about sent me a long DM about how I’m not ace anymore, and how “that’s nice for you, but real people can’t change their sexuality,” before ripping into unrelated aspects of my character.

I’ve technically been treated worse especially as a child, but that one stands out because I liked him. :( And it made me paranoid about being queer “wrong” if people weren’t allowed to change their label.

Well I ain’t using it.

Probably hire someone to help me throw out all my shit. My family have hoarding issues and a death in the family is the exact sort of thing that would make them relapse, like keeping random old receipts I forgot to throw out. I’d have to throw out everything or I’d die pissed off about it.

Other than that, grab some fakey corporate moonshine and sit by the lake. Try to be home before I die so my cat can see my body and know what happened.

I thiiiink she’s good? For context, my cat was eight years old when I found her living outside, and it’s been a rough transition to being an indoor cat. I’ve catified the apartment as much as legally possible, and she gets plenty of attention when I’m home, but I’m not home for half the day, and she pretty much always cries at the door.

I set a rule for myself, no gym after work. If I can’t make it to the gym in the morning, no gym for me.

I think it’s helped her because I’m home at close to the same time every day, and I get to take her out in her harness during the daylight. (She prefers night but I don’t last as long because it’s freezing and the neighbors probably think I’m a creep.)

She’s still fussy but she seems a lot less stressed the past couple days. She even slept through the night beside me without waking up to yowl and tear up the carpet at 3am 🥰

I should draw the line sooner than I do but I’m kind of desperate.

I drew the line on a Huion tablet for years, and now it’s like my brain is expecting the disconnect between my hand moving and the image appearing on my monitor, because drawing the line on paper feels so unnatural now.

Don’t lose that skill!! Don’t be like me

So many… The earliest cartoon I remember loving was The New Adventures of Winnie the Pooh. It was incredibly cozy. Then I discovered Cartoon Cartoons, especially Powerpuff Girls, Johnny Bravo, and Dexter’s Laboratory with their throwback art styles, and got obsessed with those for a while.

Eventually SpongeBob came out and became my personality, because he was basically an annoying kid trying his best to be friends with everyone like I was. (It’s played out now, it wasn’t back then.)

ETA how did I not mention classic Looney Tunes. Before we had cable I was really into the classics.

I loved Rocky & Bullwinkle! Before my time but we had so many VHSes.

I had a love/hate relationship with that show because I felt so sorry for Tom. Kept watching it though so clearly it did something right.

Climate change, and the generations after me who will have nothing left.

My cat never jumped on furniture, even when I tried to coax her with wet food and treats. She just wouldn’t. I even took her to the vet to check on her back legs. She just doesn’t want to get on the furniture, and that never changed.

Except for one incident two years later. I was doing food prep for the week, and she jumped on the counter, walked up and stepped in my avocado. Still no idea what prompted it.

My hot animal take is that slugs have some of the most elegant anatomy. If you were that low to the ground, you’d love a nice mucous barrier between yourself and the parasites. Plus the way they mate is extremely practical. If you’re small and slow, how hard must it be to find a compatible mate in this big ol world? Just kidding, they’re all compatible.

Also I think their fat faces and feelers are cute.