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rico nasty, “crash” (taurus sun, mercury in aries)

paul banks, interpol, “PDA” (taurus sun, mercury in aries)

doug hopkins, gin blossoms, “hey jealousy” (aries sun, mercury in aries)

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presenting at the state archives conference in the morning and lowkey the only presenter trying to sell themselves for a job lol. believe i got an elevator pitch!!

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ok but what if i told you it’s almost done

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rico nasty, “crash” (taurus sun, mercury in aries)

paul banks, interpol, “PDA” (taurus sun, mercury in aries)

doug hopkins, gin blossoms, “hey jealousy” (aries sun, mercury in aries)

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tevye’s eighth daughter, the horse

tevye got me thinking about the archetype of jewish man with many daughters (which is also biblical but don’t ask me about that) which is really so my dad

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tevye got me thinking about the archetype of jewish man with many daughters (which is also biblical but don’t ask me about that) which is really so my dad

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a mentsh hot a moyl

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Tiger with the memories

Tiger is one of those stuffed animals that holds lots of memories. I know that's almost all of the ones I see! But in Tiger's case, he represented the memory of a person too. His current person wrote:

I'm writing because I'm looking to restore my recently deceased mother's childhood stuffed animal. I've attached pictures of the tiger I'd like restored. There are some repairs needed but I would also like the fur to be replaced. The stuffing inside is also very hard. My mother got Tiger in either the 50s or 60s. 

Here are a few of the diagnosis photos she sent:

I recognized Tiger's style right away. I'd had a previous patient similar to him a few years back. So I suggested lining his belly area (so he could keep as much of his stripes as possible, and recovering the rest (so he could be furry again and get new stripes there). He also got a spa (to replace the foam stuffing that had hardened). And his family opted to keep him one eyed (it was part of his charm) but to give him a removable pirate patch.

Here he is in his bubble bath:

And here's his heart being made and installed with a bit of his original stuffing:

And here he is, all better! The visually astute among you may notice you can see a bit more lining through his belly than one might have thought from his diagnosis photos. The reason is that he actually had foam holding some of those orange areas together, not fabric!

His person's reaction? He looks amazing!

He flew home to Massachusetts and his family wrote:

Tiger has arrived home. Thank you so much for all your help. My brother, dad, and I are so pleased with the work you did restoring my mother's stuffed animal from your childhood. Coincidentally he arrived just in time for Mother's Day, the first one without my mum, and I am so grateful for the work that you did.

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great video great song very hey jealousy

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RIP to our longest surviving mental illness thought leader, he should have been freed fifty years ago, he should always have been free, and it’s a tragedy what they did to him

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for the past two days I’ve been remembering a dream I had a few months ago as if for the first time. I think I remember having this dream (meta memory) and maybe being conscious of it awake but then losing it entirely until now. something upsetting happened that isn’t clear to me but I can very vividly recall what it looked like. same as it always is for me— a place I’m navigating. my dreams are always always maps. a road I’m walking down alone at night. either I’m a child or I have a child with me. situation is distressing. what stands out to me is the townhouses I’m passing (at some point I think going in and out of, but I don’t have access to that), close to the sidewalk with very yellow stoop and flood lighting. but then the light changing to very white because there’s a gas station. I could tell you what the road looked like. some kind of suburb. it’s interesting that I have a lot of travel stress dreams about getting on planes and packing and moving and all that typical stuff but fewer dreams of this thing that is a real part of my lived existence (and sort of uniquely). I’m not sure I can explain it but there is something fundamental, almost biological, about walking, that I think maybe structures my whole consciousness. it’s a scale of being. new yorkers know what this is like but most people don’t. if I go, I walk, and I think I am more inside of places in a certain way that operates underneath the surface of the world. so I’m surprised that doesn’t appear as traveling in my dreams. but I guess it does, because that’s what navigation is, and why my unconscious is full of made up cities that I could perfectly map for you years, decades later. I am a little distressed about this place popping back into ly head though. why :/

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BAD MOOD!

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we are praying to kali that they are safe and that they make it and that angelina jolie will go next

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contract passes at 74%. not a bad effort considering we only gave people less than 5 days to organize a no vote. now i have to figure out what to do with the discontent

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be the crazy person on the bus you want to see in the world

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idk if this is a helpful data point but i was raised in a sunscreen household (literally no ad ironically enough) and now i am a sunscreen adult and i loooove fake coconut smell. but actually as i type this i just realized i only buy unscented sunscreen...i guess i love the fake coconut smell for like shampoo and soap and regular lotion. what does it mean

okay i found out btw if i didn’t say this that you can get no ad again. it came back

ok new related topic. i want to talk about bug spray. i hate it and i wont use it. so i suffer. is there a solution for me? like some kind of bourgeois bug spray