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eyeofnewtblog · 4 months
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Things that happen at home:
Asked my mom what she wanted for American Mother’s Day, and she said she wanted an empanada press. It kinda shorted me out for a second because she’s a white Irish (descendant) Catholic city girl, and she only ever makes Hispanic food with one person, who already has all the tools.
Me: Is Tia Lorenza teaching you how to make empanadas next time you see her?
Mom: Well, no, but I found a recipe online for her favorite kind. She says it’s pineapple. I’m gonna try it out before I give her some that I make, because she’s really picky, and even though she’s really nice about it, you can tell when she doesn’t like something. But I also want it because they’re perfect for making Cornish pasties and little French meat pies.
Me: Oh, that actually makes a lot of sense.
For those of you who want the tried and true recipe for wonderful Cornish pasties…google the recipe, it’s literally yummy meat wrapped in dough, you cannot fuck this up, season meat the way you like it and then press it into dough. The original idea was to reheat or re eat leftovers, so always look at your leftovers as “how can I pack this as a lunch for tomorrow”
Just to clarify, my mom met Tia Lorenza at church. Since I was 14 years old, my mom has been totally A Okay with Tia Lorenza nailing me in the back of the head with a shoe for doing Shit I Should Not Have Been Doing. She’s my Auntie in every way that matters. When I got my first apartment she showed up with three big boxes of cleaning supplies and made me go over every square inch of that apartment so that I knew how to keep it “properly” take care of my home, and then
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barksbog · 14 days
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one of the things i worried about before i brought Leon home was that i couldn't cope with the DogSmell but it's just a comfort smell now and i huff him to calm down
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nikoisme · 9 months
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Thinking hard so I have to share it with someone
Thinking about a man who's been suffering so endlessly only to return with more bloodshed he so desperately wanted to get rid of. How long will it take to clean those halls? How long until there are no longer blood stains stuck to every nook and cranny, or how long did the blood stick to him? Did it dry? Or did he desperately wash it off just afterwards because how could he ever embrace his wife looking like that?
Or was that who he was now? Did he ever accept the blood? Did he accept the fact it'll never leave him? Did he ever think the blood will follow him home?
oh my god. ohh my god. it's,, it's too early in the morning for me to think. now i'm thinking so hard. I am thinking so soo hard
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thank you for deciding my thoughts for the day i am going to wither slowly and painfully now.
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witchcraftingboop · 23 days
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I need the people who are on their "clean/stir with intention" shit to discover consecrated floor and door washes. Like I just wanna see them thrive on a good abre camino floor wash and their whole "intention is everything/enough" vibe switch up
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batsplat · 3 months
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didn't really warrant a place in a post about 2012, but was reminded of marc being asked about his relationship with his three rivals in july of 2013
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dailykugisaki · 4 months
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Day 217 | id in alt
She's a county girl, Inumaki. Give her a break.
(Right to left💥)
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micamicster · 4 months
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Just had such an intensely annoying experience i instantly lost all further motivation to do shit today
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pirateswhore · 1 year
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watching American home-reno shows, and every time they don't include a hand-held shower head, I die inside.
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rimouskis · 1 year
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so I've gotten into perfume
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"Why didn't you stop me?" by Mitski
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So apparently clothes need fresh AIR to AIR dry. I found that out because I WonderWashed all my boxers and hung them over the shower curtain without opening any windows and left them there for two days while I took care of a baby bird Elsewhere, and now they smell like gym shoes suffering from a yeast infection
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toytulini · 6 months
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but also @ prev post dont care for the shaming. have you maybe considered the correlation of depression and not changing sheets often might have a Different Connection?
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simplyghosting · 2 years
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Person: You’re so quiet all the time.
Me: *biting my tongue for the past 3 hours, trying not to be a clean freak or insulting by asking if I can redo all of their laundry*
Me: haha you think so?
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againstme · 10 months
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you white people and your interest in grimy people with piss stains all over their carpets and shit stains on their mattress because they don’t have sheets and don’t wash their ass is insane. “but the dick is so good” but is it clean. is the dick clean? please
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fingertipsmp3 · 10 months
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Just remembered another fucked up paint story (will put in tags because idk I like talking in tags more than actually in the post)
#so my friend works in a shop in which they do a lot of stuff with tools. and they’ve recently moved location so they didn’t have a tool#board or anything. so she’s there by herself this one day; it’s a quiet day (because they’ve just opened and no one knows they’re there)#and she’s like ‘i’ve got this giant plank of wood; i’m going to make a tool board i can mount on this wall’. so she gets it sized#how she wants it and idk.. cuts and sands it. don’t ask me i’m not good at carpentry. but then she’s like ‘i want to paint this black so th#tools will show up better and it’ll show up against the wall and look good’ so she finds some black acrylic paint in the shop#quickly she realises that the shit is watery as fuck and it will probably take 6-7 coats to be opaque and she’s like.. i don’t have that#kind of time. i work 7 hour shifts. i have to serve customers and fix stuff with my tools#so she calls up this 83 year old man that she randomly knows? i still don’t know how she met this man. not that it’s weird to know an 83#year old man but i still don’t know under what circumstances she met him or why they continue each other’s acquaintance. anyway.#she rings him and he’s like ‘i’ve got this black paint that was my granddad’s. it’s yours if it’s still functional as paint’#so she takes him up on that and he drives to the shop (no idea if this man has a license or can see or even should be driving btw)#and drops off this gigantic tin of pre-war black paint. she opens it and it’s rock solid. the brush doesn’t go in. she has to stab it with#a chisel. however once she does that; the paint underneath is like a dream. the texture is perfectly smooth and opaque in one coat#she finishes painting though and her hands and forearms are COVERED in the stuff. and it doesn’t wash off#by the time she came to see me and told me this story she’d showered three times and scrubbed her arms and most of it was still on there#i was like ‘you realise that you are going to die of lead poisoning from this pre civil war lead paint right?’ and she was like ‘yep’#‘but look at the tool board!’ ‘fuck the tool board does look great actually’ ‘right??’#so that’s the story of the fucked up paint. what made me a little crazy is that that century old paint dried faster than whatever paint my#dad gave me to paint that model bomb shelter. how does that shit make sense#it didn’t dry up in the can over the course of a hundred years but it dried on the board. explain#personal
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septiccoffeefreak · 11 months
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Apparently when someone asks what you listen to to relax, Tool and Nirvana are NOT the right answer.
Like maybe it's my adhd but I'm straight up vibing, and i'm sorry if you aren't down to chill out to the Prison Song by SOAD but buddy, they're trying to build a prison. They're trying to build a prison. For you and me.
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