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Considering you've found the need to respond to my threads as if you are threatened by me I offer you some peace my confused counterpart. May you find peace in your restless soul.
Post by NothingButFlowers on Nov 26, 2021 0:27:13 GMT -5
Post-Thanksgiving lunch meal and subsequent naps, my brother and sister-in-law came over to my mom’s and we had semi-homemade pizzas. After they left, my mom and I sat and listened to/sang along with music for about three hours until we are both exhausted. Not a bad day.
Post by NothingButFlowers on Nov 26, 2021 15:18:08 GMT -5
Part two: We had lunch at a Mexican place where my mom peer pressured me into having two giant sangrias and then made me go shoe shopping. Now I’m going to take a nap so I can get up and have some wine later. My mom is a bad influence. But I have some really cute new shoes.
Part two: We had lunch at a Mexican place where my mom peer pressured me into having two giant sangrias and then made me go shoe shopping. Now I’m going to take a nap so I can get up and have some wine later. My mom is a bad influence. But I have some really cute new shoes.
We're all a mess of paradoxes. Believing in things we know can't be true. We walk around carrying feelings too complicated and contradictory to express. But when it all becomes too big, and words aren't enough to help get it all out, there's always music.
Isn't that like saying "I like penne instead of macaroni"? Is it a texture thing?
feel like we have to take this over to the food thread but yes I do like certain types of pasta more than others but it just depends on how it's used in the dish. I think the thickness of an udon noodle works better in a broth but that doesn't mean I think ramen is bad.
We're all a mess of paradoxes. Believing in things we know can't be true. We walk around carrying feelings too complicated and contradictory to express. But when it all becomes too big, and words aren't enough to help get it all out, there's always music.
Ugh. I’m out of practice. I got ripped as tf and got in at 4:30 or so after catching a late streetcar. Peekaboo was decent but someone dropped some shitty ass Journey near the end so I got the fuck out of there. Hopefully this mild hangover was all I caught considering it was in a Petri dish. Come on booster. Kick that covid ass.
Just took my first ever shot of Malort. Why is it like that
Never. But I just looked it up, and this was one of the questions that popped up right off: Is Malört good for your stomach? First brewed as a digestif during the Middle Ages, the wormwood in Malört supposedly will kill stomach parasites, which, if you've tasted Malört, should not surprise you.
We're all a mess of paradoxes. Believing in things we know can't be true. We walk around carrying feelings too complicated and contradictory to express. But when it all becomes too big, and words aren't enough to help get it all out, there's always music.