where all the kids have robot parts

I just remembered that we have soup and now I’m so happy.

Last Saturday night I was at Steak ‘n’ Shake with my sister and my brother-in-law and my brother-in-law’s parents, and I told my sister that when they have kids, she should teach them to call me senpai.

I don’t know why. I don’t know why I did this. Why did I say this. Who have I become.

I woke up with Macklemore’s “Thrift Shop” stuck in my head. I don’t know what that says about me as a person.

Ugh so I was playing the MapCrunch airport game and I officially give up because I’ve been wandering Lithuania for like an hour and haven’t found it ugh.

Lately I find 80s sitcoms immensely depressing in a way that is difficult to articulate.

Spending Ninety Minutes Eating a Large Plate of Scrambled Eggs, Avocado, and Heaps of Steamed Vegetables: the Dinosaurjam Life Story

lickypickystickyme:

Fuck man, not eating makes me the most horrible person in the entire existence of the universe.

I need to make sure to take my damn breaks at work and eat.

Not going to lie: as I start looking for a new job, I’m seriously considering just doing work-from-home type things so I can eat when I need to eat without worrying about whether it’s time for a break or violating health codes or whatever.

(That’s the real reason I don’t want to go back to food service or work in retail. I need more flexibility to put food in my body.)

pigmenting:

my life is a constant battle between wanting tea and forgetting about it when i do have it.

It only took me half an hour to eat my oatmeal today aren’t you proud of me I know I’m proud of me.