Day 317 was our last day in Edinburgh and the best day to be on top of a “little hill” that overlooked the city. The views were a beautiful ending to a beautiful trip and the bomb ass sandwich I had after didn’t hurt either. The train ride was long, backwards but also had stunning views. I finished a paper while chewing on alcohol-labeled gummies. Had a move-like fight with my girl on the train with an older Black man witnessing, then made up with a laugh and communication. The rest of the night was meeting her friends, then spending the rest of the night with each other with slight interruptions (lolz).
woke up to the sound of my neighbors having intercourse w/ their genitals. they were being loud so i could not fall back asleep. then i went to Schnucks, got some good energy drinks as well as a Mt Dew Black Label (alcohol free, just a weird name) & holy FUCK is it delicious!
Tomorrow i have therapy. and i am going to try to get a haircut. that’s my plan.
He doesn’t get it,
but he supposes that it ought to do with the whole “family bond”
thing, whereas family is important even though it doesn’t have to be
connected by blood. The thing is, though, Eira Frost is not a person
that Nick wants to have in his life.
Yet she invites him
into the captain’s quarters anyways. Yes, that’s right. She invites
him to her quarters for a glass of alcohol with a label he can’t read
– he’s only fourteen for goodness sake, is she trying to turn him
into an alcoholic? While she’s waiting for a verbal response, she
stares at him with fond eyes that makes him want to barf.
asking, captain? Or are you demanding for me to go?” he says with a
raised brow, staring up at the hazel-eyed woman who smiles at him
like he’s a silly child for thinking he had an option.
he even have a choice?)
//shhh i know i need to add the books to the bookshelves shush–
i just had a fairly bizarre experience. my aunt and i went to go get pastries at this bavarian restaurant/bakery for my grandpa’s b day. the store looks like it hasnt been patronized by other human beings since 1979. some things i saw:
completely empty restaurant despite being 5:30 pm. 0 patrons. checkered plastic tableclothes and plastic vines adorned the walls. the restaurant side is extremely badly lit.
entire place had a foul smell not unlike the smell of every grandma ever pushed together into close proximity. i think i accidentally discovered the source of this; more on that next
left image: an extremely odd, eclectic sort of thrift/gift shop which sold chocolates you can purchase at literally any store in america (lindt, toblerone), several dozen cheaply made wicker baskets, porcelain religious paraphernalia, several bottles of alcohol that had labels that looked suspiciously similar to the bottles in my parents house that lived through the cold war, an enormous bucket full of 1 dollar greeting cards that looked like they were from 1958 and, the thing that finally drove me out of the aisles, two large jars of rank mushrooms suspended in some kind of oil. made my stomach turn and when i went outside i was grateful for the smoke filled air and sweet scent of a nearby apartment fire
middle image: most of the shelves were empty. the top two shelves of the counter had pastries spread out very thin to give the illusion of being well stocked. the bottom shelf is empty except for some scattered pretzels (3), some large loaves of bread that looked like that had been shotput into the case if their haphazard arrangement was any indication, and store bought cookies still in the box
2 dollars for a cookie the size of a half dollar
right image: i have no idea what the fuck this is. theyre the only things in the entire case
I go to the post office a lot. I go there several times a week. I know so much about the post office that I actually helped train the new owner on how to ship international packages. However, once a year, the post office is filled with people who have no clue how to mail something. Let me give you the basics.
You cannot ship in a box that has alcohol labeling on it. If you try to use that nice box all your wine came in, they just won’t ship it.
Don’t use a flat rate box for things that are lightweight. Priority mail starts way less than a flat rate box, so if it’s light, it’s just silly. If you are mailing something heavy, across the country, flat rate can be good for you.
The boxes that have Usps logo and colors on them…Are free. Take a pile and go home and pack up your shit there, then bring it in.
You can create a lot of labels online. And it’s cheaper. And the online thing will save addresses. It doesn’t like to do some international, and it won’t mail by standard post, but it will work for any priority stuff you want to mail.
Buy your own tape. I don’t want to stand in line behind someone attempting to use tape for the first time on a package they didn’t bother to pack up. If you like full service packaging, then go to fedex or ups.
These are the additional services you might want:
Delivery confirmation: included with any priority package. They renamed it, I think, but if you mail priority, it’s included.
Insurance: priority packages come with $100 worth, and the person doesn’t have to sign for it until you go over $200. So….don’t buy it unless you are going over $200. Did you know that insurance does not cover original art? Yeah so don’t bother if you are shipping art.
Express: this is really only a day or two faster, but it’s really expensive. Use this for international packages to potentially sensitive zones or emergency only. Don’t express a birthday present for your aunt. Do express the wallet that you uncle left at your house. Don’t express a Funko Pop figure to Japan. Do express Figma figures to the Ukraine.
Signature confirmation: you only need this if you don’t trust the person or area you are sending it to.