#take that spellcheck

[kijosakka]

an early birthed day gived to myself

[gaysforbyler]

It’s outline time!! I’ve been wanting to show this for months. Also, handwriting reveal (watch it slowly get worse and worse)

I swear I had at least a small idea of what i was doing each chapter, i just have a very good memory. I plan it in my head once, and I’m good to go

[nancywheeeler]

"ted lasso season 3 episode 3 ending explained" colin hughes kisses men and so does trent crimm probably. there you go, wider audience.

[shallowseeker]

I swear t/g, I got my resume done faster w/o grammarly and its dumb “beta ai” prompt asking every two seconds:

“Would you like to sound more confident? Heres a dash of assistance: here’s a revised version that ai enhances your subject’s sense of boastful happiness inside a tub of sparking grape juice at the park on a sunny day.”

wdym you won’t accept my suggestion? let’s plug it in your document anyways! you didn’t click me? of course you did!

Don’t you wanna opt into grammarly go now? don’t you? don’t you? Isn’t it nice I took it upon myself to show you the possibilities???????

No, I can’t undo that because I’m not sure where i pasted it because the syncing is always off in here so it’s like two paragraphs up now? lol.

now buy my ai subscription.

[butchlifeguard]

vital part of the Kids Cant Read discourse thats KILLING ME is that the only opinions we see are from english teachers. this is fine when the discussion is ostensibly about literacy but i think we should pass the phone to math teachers and computer science teachers. because im a little suspicious that the focus on stem for the past 20+ years could be a contributing factor

[tavyliasin]

Don't Trust Google Docs Suggestions

Those squiggly blue lines can be helpful, loves, but sometimes? Sometimes those suggestions are utter nonsense and should be ignored. G Docs has no respect for my style, often trying to tell me to swap out words and sentences that use a more old-fashioned or formal grammar that suits a character voice better, and other times I realised it was making suggestions like this! Sorry, darling, Haarlep is doing what now? Pulling out a fucking blender? No, no, they are whispering something utterly debauched to Tav, not making her a bloody salsa. So, please loves, especially those of you who are writing with English as a secondary language, do not always trust the system. It can and will betray you. Apparently with powered kitchen appliances. Honestly I was laughing at this for several minutes when I realised what it was trying to suggest! Oh, and the Fiendish Festive Feast Fic is still being written, I'm over 4k words but it isn't ready yet. I will have it out as soon as it's done, and 2 of my Winter Exchange Event pieces will be going live on AO3 in the next few days when the collections release, so there will be new works of mine soon enough~ Happy writing, darlings! I love each and every one of you~ thank you for reading this far, for sharing a few laughs, and for generally dropping by my feed. I adore having you here, this community makes me so very happy to be a part of it. <3

[brainrotzora]

these things are always happening to the ones i like :////////

anyways the lighting in this dungeon is so nice

didn't get any good pics bc i was too busy dungeoning but so pretty...best dungeon music so far goes to snowcloak though btw

[mortul]

for this post, christoph will be taking a much needed backseat (boo...! tomato, tomato, tomato, tomato--) and, instead, this'll be a brief introduction to the five, sad shmucks that caused his siblings' and, of course, his life to spiral out of control. so, without further adieu, BEHOLD-- the bastards!

DARRELL HICKS: D.O.B. 1933 / D.O.D. 1961

born into a middleclass family with the luxury of "no worries", darrell was an average guy. he was very much your "run of the mill, average joe" and, as such, was everyone's friend back in their school days. yet, simultaneously, there weren't many that could confident refer to him as a close friend-- this is where pearce's group comes in, of which darrell was more or less "invited" in because of the friend group's perceived friendliness. darrell himself was as easygoing as they came, approaching life with a "live and let live" motto.

come emilie and christoph's "deaths", he in particular could not handle the responsibility nor the associated guilt. after the ritual went awry, he quickly moved out of dallas (but stayed in state, making things all the easier for christoph.) and pursued college and, soon, a career. typical cubical job, typical normal guy with a typical normal wife with two, typical mouths to feed alongside her. he volunteered semi-regularly, using it as a means to "atone" and, thus, free himself of the guilt and to push aside those nagging thoughts insisting he oughta turn himself in, instead.

christoph, upon finding darrell in houston, didn't think his plan through. he honestly thought it'd be simple, clean, and easy; logic denoted that catching him unawares while leaving work seemed the most effective. who would've though, however, that darrell could still run like a track star-- especially when the guy you thought was dead was now coming at you with a knife? christoph managed to chase darrell all the way onto a nearby highway before-- holy shit, did he just get run the fuck over? after registering just what the fuck happened... christoph doesn't bother in searching for him, fleeing the scene instead.

a day later, police report finding darrell's body flung off into the nearby buffalo bayou, floating facedown. upon further inspection and observation done via autopsy, it's determined that he was hit -- at full force -- by a speeding semitruck. oddly enough, the driver claims that he briefly "lost control" of the vehicle with its gas pedal "suddenly lodged in place" only to release itself after ramming into the victim. this was all revealed on a handful news channels a few days thereafter.

CLIFF CARTWRIGHT: D.O.B. 1934 / D.O.D. 1976

cliff was seen as the "jock" of the group, living at home with his single mother and three other siblings. for the most part, he was generally seen as easygoing and nice-- a few of the kids didn't like him, but that's to be expected, y'know? no one can be liked by everyone, after all. he was actually friends with pearce first (some might've called them best friends.) and, to no one's surprise whatsoever, then the group came after. some might've said he was "peer pressured" into the group, being that he saw them as the select few that got him.

to put it bluntly, bystander syndrome was cliff's downfall-- he was, perhaps, the only one in the group that didn't want to go through with the whole thing in the first place. but that darn peer pressure, y'know? after the ritual didn't go according to plan, cliff remained in dallas for a little longer before, inexplicably, moving. setting out for pleasant hill, missouri. settling down took little -- if any at all -- time for cliff, allowing for him to nab a cozy job as a warehouse manager. in regards to whatever happened back at dallas, cliff simply decided it was best to move on and, just as pearce "recommended", say nothing.

keeping the little "fluke" with darrell in mind, christoph was a bit more careful with cliff. not much but, y'know what, he managed. cliff was his first, official foray with his newfound ghoulification-- finding cliff's new work was actually half of the battle and anything beyond that was a fun little thing christoph liked to call "improvising". he'll fully admit it, too: cliff was an opportunity... to flex the ooold brain some and see what he's actually capable of.

most of the altercation took place as such: messing around with the warehouse's lights, that which gradually crescendos into all of the electronics within going haywire. all after hours, of course, ensuring cliff was (or should've been.) the only one remaining considering his position. it's worth keeping in mind that christoph was still pretty green to his abilities, not bothering to branch out too far out of fear concern of flying too close to the sun. what started with a flickering of lights evolved, growing into an innocent-turned-harassing phone call to scare the guy enough into packing it in early. from there, a chase took place throughout the warehouse that eventually in a "scuffle"-- if said scuffle can be defined as being locked inside a battery room and suffocating from hydrogen (science sure is cool, huh?) that is.

what ensued after was quick but certainly not painless. cliff begged -- literally pleaded with christoph -- for his life and maaaybe this tugged at his heart strings a bit. hesitation, reluctance, regret... whatever the feeling was, christoph relented. maybe he could make do with an apology. opening the door, however, might've been one of the dumbest decisions of his life, because cliff's immediately lunging at him with an exacto knife. and lemme tell ya: being stabbed by one of those puny, little things? really hurts. like a bitch, actually. it ends in another fight, leaving christoph with no choice but to kill cliff. he doesn't leave unscathed, unlike with darrell.

released in a restricted burst to the public, cliff's body was reported to have been missing his left arm, sloppily cut off a few inches above the elbow... save for the connecting bone sticking out, quite literally, like a sore thumb. the body was discovered by a forklift operator, having been found shoved and crushed behind a wall of rechargeable batteries. additional details reveal the corpse littered with bruises.

CAMERON "CAM" BLAKELY: D.O.B. 1933 / D.O.D. 1978

a known womanizer, cameron -- or "cam" as he prefers -- grew up in the foster care system before, eventually, being adopted in by a pair of... how to put this nicely... neglectful parents. as such, his moral code is skewed and only further spirals due to his own parents' views; a suburban family surrounded by heavy and, often times, aggressive conservative rhetoric with little access to outside resources simply does not a good, healthy upbringing make. for the most part, however, cam managed to hide this, often in plain sight, and preferred to come off as your every day guy. he had the charisma to back it up, easily weaseling his way out of situations whenever possible.

cam's presence was a major player in christoph's own struggle regarding his identity-- the occasional remark ("you guys hear about those two in the boys' room? apparently they were feelin' each other up or something... fucking weirdos.") was more than enough in "encouraging" christoph in keeping to himself, effectively staying in the closet for the entirety of his schooling and even a few more years after wards. benjamin, in particular, did not enjoy having cam over, either. christoph learned why shortly after, having walked in on cam hassling benjamin and a few of the servants within the dowell household-- taking note that everyone else evaded his harassment, those of which were... well, for lack of better word: white.

moving out of dallas and settling in pittsburgh, pennsylvania, cam made a living as a tattoo artist that... somewhat "grew out of" his hateful rhetoric. not entirely. he just knew when to keep his mouth shut now for, y'know, sake of business. after receiving news of darrell and cliff's demises, he was contacted by a mysterious number with a cryptic message: you're in trouble. gut instinct told cam to get the hell out of dodge, hence his new residency in the keystone state.

there's no remorse from cam's end. all he's focused on is survival, understanding that christoph and emilie's deaths were a mistake and, yet, at the same time... cannot be undone. it's part of why christoph finds his death necessary and its subsequent process all the more satisfying. as such, he deemed it absolutely imperative to go all out.

"tinkering" with cam's gps system was no problem, a rerouting here... a redirecting there... and because of some roadwork blocking the usual way home? easy pickings, truth be told. one moment cam's driving along the path, suspicions growing and then the next? he's trying to speed the other way at the expense of a literal dead man walking landing on the hood of his car, who also happens to be in possession of a rusty, old crowbar. one thing (a busted windshield leading to crashing into a ditch--) led to another (--with its driver flopping out, running up the hill towards a vacant church.) with yet another chase. now, it's starting to get a little ridiculous.

what took place that night was, perhaps, one of the longest hide and seek games of christoph's life. but he got there in the end, juuust like he said he would.

the next morning, it was reported that a body was found impaled atop of the church's high altar. oddly, its tip hadn't punctured the heart but, rather, through the stomach. death came over time, observed by further inspection to have been via bleeding out. the church attempted to keep this secret, refusing news outlets access and rights to invoke out of fear of this spiking further "satanic panic" within the country.

TYLER "TYE" SPALDING: D.O.B. 1934 / D.O.D. 1992

tye, similarly to cam, prefers to go by this nickname, even well into his fifties. he comes from a somewhat wealthy family-- less than christoph's family but more than darrell's family. as a rule of thumb, tye was... incredibly used to getting whatever he wanted. even more-so than pearce, he simply could not take "no" for an answer. as such, if there was something (or someone.) he wanted, he knew he'd eventually get it one way or another. it was just a matter of perseverance at that point and, boy, tye's well-known for it.

in regards to the ritual and emilie, tye had a bit of a "personal" vendetta involved. there were moments where he'd try and force himself on emilie, almost always foiled by either benjamin or christoph by either sheer coincidence or accident. over time, the two brothers understood what was happening and, after some time, managed to sway tye from returning to the residence. after that, though, the two boys' relationship wasn't the same. there was a palpable hostility from tye's end, and christoph simply felt it best (and easiest.) to deal with-- as long as emilie was okay, he was fine with being tyler's lightning rod of hate.

finding tye took christoph all the way to sacramento, california. ironically, he wasn't the reason for the visit-- it was actually for a completely unrelated hit of christoph's, having now properly cemented a spot for himself within the assassin circuit. finding tye -- a hobby motorcyclist working as a mechanic -- was some of the best, and simultaneously the absolute worst, luck imaginable.

what occurred between them was christoph chasing tye down the highway, on his very own beater bike-- rented, of course, but y'know. semantics. a few, insane stunts later, and christoph's got the guy on the ground in the middle of the road and going to town on him with his bare hands. of course, tye's a big guy -- unmistakably bigger than christoph -- and puts up a fight. he won't lie; good old tyler hits like a damn truck, so that sucks. this also doesn't yet include the fact of tye's own biker gang, trying to come to his aid and making things all the worse for christoph.

at the very least, it can now be said that he has achieved something that's both insane yet hilarious: he's the first dowell (probably.) to wield a severed arm, that is also wielding a baseball bat, as a genuine weapon and somehow win against, give or take, five other men with it. it wasn't all that he used, but he thinks it definitely evened the odds. benji and emilie are never going to believe him.

christoph also took some extra time in hiding the bodies, dragging and sinking them in nearby, crocodile-infested waters. this wasn't before lining them all up with special attention (he scribbled a devilish mustache on tye's face... okay, okay, and he also drew a dick on his forehead. there, happy?) paid towards his ex-"friend", snapping a photo of it with his phone, and sending it to his final target--

PEARCE HAWKINS: D.O.B. 1932 / D.O.D. 2000

the infamous leader of the now long-disbanded group, pearce grew up in similar circumstances like christoph: filthy rich parents. his parents, however, might've been a bit more present comparatively, leading to an ultimately childish, spoiled only child of a boy that barely changed except for with age. at school, he was looked upon in an adequately positive light; he never spoke "out of turn" yet retained a certain hold. it's not like he ran for student council... he was student council president. y'know, that whole shebang and then some. pearce was essentially the whole package, something that drew christoph and the rest in immediately.

sometime before the attempted ritual, pearce was contacted by a man known as REDACTED. it was through these intermittent communications (with a lot of sweet talk and, to put it bluntly, manipulation.) that pearce was promised something seemingly unattainable: immortality. given all of the proper and necessary tools in order to conduct the ritual, all that pearce had to do at that point was bide for time, find the perfect sacrifice, and go from there. after all, there's never any ulterior motives with these sort of things, right? ... right? of course there is.

if cam is anything to go by in terms of regret, pearce feels even less of it than he does. there is absolutely nothing that can be said to convince him otherwise, and he almost seems to be proud of it. the only thing that he refuses to confront is the fact that it... could've gone better. there's always room for improvement, but pearce has always been a bit of a perfectionist. failure is, and shouldn't ever be, never an option; to tell him "no" is that of committing a cardinal sin. you just don't do it.

unlike everyone else within the group, pearce surprisingly remained situated in dallas. how did he evade christoph's for so long, you might ask? that's an easy answer: networking. over time, he had more or less built himself up a makeshift "empire"-- that's right, he's the leader of a cult! and that shit goes deep. the only reason christoph's managed to grab a hold of his number (that which he held onto for safekeeping, not yet finding a point in investigating further until tyler's demise.) in the first place was by pure chance-- a "friend" of the cult tried killing him, failed miserably, and got all of the necessary information beaten out of him after putting all the metaphorical puzzle pieces together. it's the least the guy could've done for him, considering he sliced christoph's head off.

dealing with pearce wasn't the hard part, no. rather, it was what came before: confronting him. christoph wouldn't say he was still afraid of him, but there was something... off about him. he was older (it's to be expected.) than the rest of them, obviously more experienced, and even had the arrogance to back it up. on the flipside, however, he was more volatile... paranoia fueled his each and every step.

there's that and, well, the cluster of followers ready to put their lives down on the line for their dear leader. now, that was a pain in the ass. and that's putting it lightly.

that day was a day spent doing nothing but learning, because wouldn't you know! their base of operations was underneath an abandoned carnival, somehow? chasing a guy -- who boasted wildly about his newfound immortality all the while -- through the abandoned food stalls, hopping over moss covered attractions, weaving and bobbing through barely standing rides... christoph just had to wonder: for someone who can't die, he sure is acting like he still can die. again, just another pain to add to the "in my ass" meter he had going for himself.

one thing led to another and, soon enough, christoph's found himself in the middle of a dark ride, getting his gucci pants soaking wet in the process. dragging his hand along each machine he can touch, the ride's bought back to life in gradual procession. and he does this, too, knowing that'll it help him find pearce a little quicker-- all of the extra "eyes" were bound to help him eventually. and they do.

it wasn't until five days later that a group of urban explorers would stumble upon pearce's mangled body. as if set up for a horror movie stuck in development hell, an animatronic velociraptor stood over the barely recognizable heap, its "claws" covered in blood and its face decorated with all sorts of viscera, including what they think was an intestine wrapped around its neck like a scarf. at its feet lay his lower torso, spine partially exposed with his upper body separated-- but not entirely. it looked as if someone (or something.) had tried to pull pearce apart only to give up when that pesky spinal cord got in the way. what was also strange, was that this animatronic clearly didn't belong where it was found. upon further investigation, it was discovered to have somehow "traveled" from its original location that was, at least, 30 or so feet away.

this was reported to the police immediately and, even today, remains a part of dallas's history. nowadays, it's told as an urban legend with obvious fabrications done to it, in order to make it seem scarier and to take it further away from reality. it's easier that way, after all-- the general public find it easier to digest a story when it's so obviously fake.

[projects-and-such]

y'all guess what...

my teaching license came in!!! ya girl is officially a licensed educator

[tomasens]

Your thoughts on Fanfik the movie make me wonder what exactly is going on in the book(s?), lol sadly I don't speak polish. I've read some reviews saying the plot was rushed and simplified, but none quite so negative

Hi!! The English post about Fanfik was a jokey parody of a Will Wood post (I assume that's the post you saw!!) haha, my thoughts are still negative but not that... Dramatic ahahah, thank you for asking though and I'll try to explain my biggest gripes with the movie in a (hopefully) comprehensive way since it's 1 am here and I am Big Tired (finals season is starting this week and I am struggling ahhh)

I will discuss only the first book since the movie is only based on it btw‼️

I wanted to like this movie so bad, especially that Fanfik was a book that made me realize that I am not cis myself. I had very high hopes for the movie, especially that they hired a trans actor to play Tosiek! Like! Woah! But of course it couldn't have been good because FUCK YOU JULEK, YOU'RE DOOMED TO NEVER GET GOOD ADAPTATIONS OF YOUR FAVORITE BOOKS!

My biggest issue is that the movie GREATLY oversimplified the social commentary of the book. It involves a regular, dingy polish highschool that is basically a symbolic miniature of the polish public and its largely homophobic and otherwise generally xenophobic tendencies. The movie takes that idea and throws it out the window completely, making the school a lovely, clean and shiny private school (i don't remember if it's stated it's a private school but you can definitely TELL. No polish public highschool is like this. Trust me. And even if there are public schools like that, they're well funded and still don't deal with the same problems as regular schools do). Not only that, but the story's setting (for some unknown reason?? Genuinely I don't understand this choice) is changed from Poznań to the capital, Warszawa and I really hate that since Poznań is a symbol of the more progressive parts of Poland and using it as the setting furthered the ideas about how even the progressive parts of our (polish) society still need work. It could be me looking to deeply into the symbolism though - even then, I don't understand the change. Also, Leon lives in an extremely nice place - in the book his place was, again, dingy, cramped, he was barely getting by in general. These weird choices destroy the mature social commentary the book has to offer and it sucks! :/

Another big issue are the HORRIBLE writing choices and the oversimplification of every. Fucking. Character. I do not have the energy to discuss everyone, so I'll just focus on Tosiek and Leon, plus their relationship.

Tosiek. Oh god. He is not complicated and interesting like in the book, he's a douche. His drug habits are mentioned but quickly forgotten, the fanfic writing aspect is generally abandoned for most of the movie, his character is mean and dicky but because the movie refuses to give him actual problems he looks like a spoiled, whining rich kid. His only problem seems to be his relationship with his father but it isn't explored well enough for the audience to sympathize or at least understand Tosiek's stance. His transness is also flattened, like, to the point that it's comedic to me. I know some people did just. Put on boy clothes once and were like "oh I'm a guy cool" but if we're adapting a story of a character who is definitely NOT like that... Maybe we shouldn't present his trans journey as that simple.

Leon. Oh GOD. Leon is also a douche and that HURTS. He doesn't really face any meaningful consequences for wanting to use Tosiek as a beard when the dude was still girlmoding without telling him (asshole move btw. Like bro had no actual reason to do that he was just being a dick), he generally doesn't face any consequences, his character is boring, and when it's not boring it's rage inducing because like. Tosiek is a fucking asshole but I don't think movie Leon deserves even that guy. He's not a flawed person, he's one dimensional with a bunch of holes in him. Also please stop teaching ur boyfriend how to burp i am eating /j

Their relationship becomes the core of the story which is awful - the book focuses on Tosiek slowly coming to terms with his gender identity, on him trying to find new ways to cope, with him discovering things about his past (shown to him not by his father like in the movie but by the greatest character of all, his aunt, who was cut for... Time's sake I guess? Which is such a big fucking loss), with him learning to love himself. His relationship with Leon is slow, they're friends at first, they slowly, gradually develop feelings for each other, but Tosiek's feelings for Leon are only an excuse for the narrative to study his relationship with gender even more. Their attraction is shown at first by touches, by brushes of hands, not by KISSING. 20 MINUTES INTO THE MOVIE. Sorry I cannot get over it, 20 MINUTES INTO THE MOVIE. and 25 minutes into the movie Tosiek is sure of his gender identity completely and never questions it ever again because it would get in the way of The Cute Gay Romance. Like, the movie could be about Tosiek being a cis gay dude and experiencing homophobia and it would still make sense without changing barley anything - that's not a good trans story in general, but especially if you have such great, introspective source material ffs!

In conclusion, the movie got Netflix'd and Americanized - everything about it is devoid of the inherent polish...ness that was present in the book, the movie truly could've been written about some guy in Connecticut and it would be THE EXACT SAME, which sucks since polish queers are awesome and should have our stories properly shown. And also it feels like it was written for cis people, while the book definitely knows that it's target audience is trans people and shows love to them in many ways.

Keep in mind that I haven't read the book in a while and I might be mixing details up - I was already planning to reread the book carefully and make a post explaining how the movie fucked it up big time after my finals, I'll make sure to translate it into English so keep an eye out for that in the summer!

Thanks again for asking and reading anon! Cheers<33

(Also Tosiek is a nerd and it's a CRIME there wasn't at least one Hamilton reference because OH BOY do I remember being excited reading a Hamilton reference in one of the books when I was younger and still in my theatre kid who cannot sing act or dance era.)

[partiallithopseffect]

I finished The Quin Dilemma today, and really enjoyed it for the most part! It reminded me how much I adore Six's companions, especially because Peri, Flip and Constance haven't have any new stories in a while. As for the individual stories:

I enjoyed episodes 1 and 6 quite a bit. It was lovely hearing Carrie Quinlan in Big Finish, and her character was sweet. Jac Raynor's dialogue is as breezy and fun as ever, but I did want a lot more time with the quartet Sixth Doctors and all four (five?) companions at the end

Escape from Holy Island was a bit too action-packed for my liking, but it was great hearing a fiery Peri take command of the monastery. The central two-parter was pretty fun, with the highlight again being the companions–I've really missed Flip and Constance so it was a joy hearing them again. That reunion hug was so heartwarming!

My favourite of the set, though, was absolutely The Thousand Year Thaw. As the whole boxset is the forty-year anniversary of the Twin Dilemma as well as Colin's Doctor, it was a great idea for Big Finish to take the opportunity to explore the emotional impact of that story, and on Peri specifically. She's had such a good run on audio it's easy to forget how hard she took it on TV, but she's a serious contender for Most Trauma received as a companion that was caused by the Doctor specifically. Her explanation as to why she stuck by him through the worst of times–"because my friend was sick"–was only half-convincing, but Nicola Bryant pulled it off with a stunning but of performance. Loved that episode. If anything, I wish the personal conflict of the episode was more closely tied to the conflict of the plot, which felt bolted on if anything, but it was still a lovely bit of drama.

Overall: very fun story! Definitely an 8/10 overall I think. Nothing blew me away but it was all very cosy and a warm celebration of 6. Looking forward to his next boxset too–apparently Paul Magrs (my favourite DW author) is set to write for it!

[constellies]

Having to fight tooth and nail against google docs spellchecker because not only does it not recognize oc names it will not know what style or syntax is

[satorhime]

not to be controversial because i’m also against ai generated fics / art BUT if you copy + paste someone’s work from THEIR account, without their permission, into ai detectors or whatever, it’s stealing. your suspicion doesn’t give you the right to be a thief.

[youhavereachedtheendofpie]

tfw you find a stupid typo in your fic several hours after posting and despite literally dozens of editing read-throughs 🙃🥲

[theinfinitedivides]

if it's one thing Fox News will do it is perfect microaggressions to the T. what part of Dominica is not the DR do you not fucking understand

[medicinemane]

Fuck me, what a long day, like 10 hours (Fucking hate how construction on the highway? No problem. Construction between two lights? Add 15 minutes to your trip because everyone must go to the very end to merge while also dealing with traffic lights stopping everything)

However, costco had some $10 uh... I feel like popsicle is the wrong word cause that implies rocket pop style stuff to me, but the ones that's like icecream dipped in a shell on a stick kind of bars, had those for only $8 so it was like... fuck it... I shouldn't but it's been a while since I bought something like that (came in at around $80, but also didn't have the cash to stock up on like canned beans or sausages or whatever so... if I had like $500 instead of $100 for once I could go hogwild and fully stock, and when the pantry is fully stocked it becomes cheaper to keep it like that cause I can just get like... $60 of every month stuff, and $40 of occasional restock stuff)

So uh... long day, shitty day by virtue of being long, but fine other than that... sucks... sucks that I probably need to stay up late enough to take out the trash, need it to be dark or... or to try to go to bed and hope I wake up and do it before the truck gets here