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I may have spontaneously ordered a Traveler’s Notebook. If anyone here uses one, I’d appreciate hearing your thoughts, tips, or regrets before it arrives and I convince myself I needed it for “organization.”

-SR

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Not to state the obvious, but if you see any comments on my posts saying something like “click this link for free money,” please don’t. They’re spam, possibly malicious, and definitely not affiliated with me or this blog.

I’m reporting the accounts as I see them, but just a reminder to stay cautious. I’d much rather you all be slightly over cautious than accidentally download seventeen viruses.

-SR

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Today would’ve been Elliott Smith’s 56th birthday.

His music has this rare ability to sound like it’s been sitting in your chest for years, waiting for someone else to put it into words. Soft spoken but devastating, like a secret that understands you. I started listening when i was in college, and I’ve never really stopped.

Happy birthday, Elliott. Thank you for making the quiet parts feel heard.

-SR

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Sorry for the radio silence the past few days. I started a personal project and apparently that means forgetting I have a blog. Or a phone. Or a life.

Reemerging now. Cautiously. Blinking at the light.

-SR

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apple juice. apple juice flood.

It burns in your throat, boils in your stomach. It tastes almost exactly like pure melted gold.

-SR

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I rented Fantastic Mr. Fox for 48 hours. That was 36 hours ago. I’ve watched it four times already. Five, if you count the time I had it playing in the background while reorganizing my clothes and still quoted half the dialogue out loud.

I’ve started talking in full quotes. I said “What the cuss” on a call with Hotch and I narrated brushing my teeth this morning in Mr. Fox’s voice. I think I need to go outside. Or rewatch it again.

P.S. I feel very paternal toward Ash.

-SR

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have you seen a labubu

I see them constantly. Garcia has at least seven of them lined up along her monitors at work. One of them has a little hat. One of them glows in the dark. I try not to stare too long because I start to feel like they’re judging me. Or about to tell me a secret I’m not ready for.

-SR

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hi spencer ☻

do you pair your mismatched socks in a certain way? i mean, are there any pre-set combinations that you prefer/always follow? maybe a very strict protocol that must be followed every time like me? (my autism's toxic relationship with socks...), or is it completely random every time?

Hello!

There’s a protocol. I try not to let it get out of hand, but there is. One sock has to be a plain, solid color, the other can have stripes or little planets or even a dinosaur wearing a sweater. Also the colors can’t match too closely. It has to feel deliberate, not chaotic. Otherwise it just ruins my whole day.

-SR

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your blog feels like such a safe corner of the internet.

That’s an incredibly kind thing to say, thank you.

I’ve spent a lot of my life in spaces that didn’t feel safe, or quiet, or kind. If this little corner manages to be any of those things for someone else, even for a moment, then I’m very grateful to be here.

-SR

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Out on a case. Can’t say where, but imagine the most remote, silent stretch of land you’ve ever seen, then remove the coffee. Now remove joy.

I’ve been reading nonstop, which normally sounds like heaven, but even I have a limit. I’m starting to reread footnotes for entertainment. We’ve been waiting around for hours with nothing to do but stare at dirt and pretend it’s productive. I’m convinced time moves slower here. Like we’re in some kind of cursed pocket dimension where coffee was never invented and bookstores are folklore.

I’m genuinely going to lose my mind if I don’t find something else to do soon.

Any suggestions for how to occupy myself before I start memorizing tree bark patterns?

-SR

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spencer please answer this i need to know. does cracking your knuckles/popping your joints really give you arthritis or is that just a lie

It’s a lie.

You’re safe. Crack away.

The popping sound is just gas bubbles in your joints being released, not your bones grinding or anything dramatic like that. So go ahead. Pop your knuckles. Pop every joint if you want. You have my blessing.

-SR

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Tom Lehrer has died.

Please do not perceive me at this time. I will be crying in my room listening to “We Will All Go Together When We Go” on loop.

He was sharp and ridiculous and smarter than anyone deserved to be while still being that funny. No one writes like him. No one dares to write like him.

He turned nuclear annihilation into a punchline and somehow made it feel comforting.

I don’t have a deeper thought right now.

Goodnight.

-SR

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Spencer. Please. What color is your toothbrush?

It’s green. I didn’t think it mattered until just now, but the urgency in your question is…concerning.

Should I be worried?

Anyway. It’s green.

-SR

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hello spencer

are you aware?

Unfortunately. Constantly. It’s exhausting.

-SR

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do you have myopia or astigmatism?

I have both. Because why settle for just one visual impairment when you can collect the whole set?

-SR

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would you ever date a man? HAVE you ever dated a man?

(pleasepleasepleaseple)

I haven’t, no. I’ve never dated a man.

But I don’t think that precludes the possibility. I’ve always been more interested in the person themselves, their thoughts, their kindness, their curiosity, rather than any specific category or label. It’s difficult to explain without sounding like I’ve drafted a thesis on the subject. I haven’t. (Yet.)

I guess what I mean is, I wouldn’t rule it out. Not even a little.

(And now I’m going to log off before I overthink this into oblivion.)

-SR

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What is the raccoon listening to? Hozier?

It’s either Hozier or Chopin’s Nocturnes. There is no in between.

-SR