At work, my current project requires me to make the same thing ten times. It’s a super simple job, and it would take no time at all to do if I didn’t have to keep stopping to answer the freaking phone. Yesterday, with all my interruptions, it took seven hours to complete $30 worth of labour. Today, thank heavens, Mom was there to answer the phone. It allowed me to make up for the shit workday I had yesterday.
When I arrived at the gym this afternoon, I sat down in the entryway to kick off my flip-flops and to put on my gym shoes. When I looked up, I saw someone I thought I recognized from years ago, however, because of my f***ing cataracts, I couldn’t be sure. Then, he walked closer, looked right at me and said, “hello”. It was him! It was the young hottie who used to be a regular there about 10 years ago. I said, “hi” back, put my earPods in, and we didn’t speak again. I don’t know why, but I really didn’t feel like talking to him. I think he must have felt the same way, because we both went our separate ways and did our own thing. Back in the day, we used to talk all through our workouts. His grey eyes made me weak in the knees, and… he had a habit of touching me (in a personal trainer kind of way) that made me want to jump his bones. I wasn’t up for any of that kind of interaction today. I still think he’s incredibly hot though.
When I came home from the gym, I ate something that barely passed as a healthy meal, and then I proceeded to eat crap for the rest of the evening. I allow my self to do that when I’m PMSing. Eating copious amounts of crap is not something I am compelled to do any other time of the month.
I caught a deer in the garden eating my baking beans on one of my trips to the kitchen for junk food. I ran out side screaming and chased it into the woods. If he knows what’s good for him, he won’t come back.
I had a dance party for one in my bedroom tonight. It was much like the ones I had when I was a teenager, except that back then, the whole neighbourhood got to hear Duran Duran blasting from my boombox. Now, Duran Duran is broadcast through earPods.
for ever now i’ve been stressing about where the heck tsukiyama was able to obtain traditional ghoul wedding clothing but i guess a more important thing to think about is if what kaneki & touka wore as their wedding was traditional garb, if culturally (as i’ve seen other folks say 😬😬 pls don’t cite me i can’t even remember where i think it was briefly on twitter before the feed algorithm buried those tweets in the abyss) —
if culturally the clothing looks indian-ish/chinese-ish — is it possible that this says something about the origin of ghouls as a whole in the world? 🤔❗️
i only feel like the clothing might be a stronger lead than usual bc of the intro too of the “naaga”/nagaraja from the underground ghoul society (which also calls out to a non-japanese culture). i wonder if ayato’s exploration and the wedding are the ways this story is slowly, subtly yawning and stretching its body up to begin to accommodate the question of ghoul origins. and who knows if it is but if it is? gdi ishidasensei, so good, what a way to take a single wedding scene & make it accomplish more than “just” a wedding 😭
you know, tony definitely said “if you really cared, you’d be here!!” to howard at least once, so it definitely hurt to hear peter say it to him. that look of pain when he steps out of the suit says as much.