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Creepy Koi

This Koi found in a Chinese lake has some unique markings.

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Who wants to hear a bathroom stall horror story?

So I'm in an indoor flea market and I bleed thru everything. Good thing there's a bathroom. It has 2 stalls. I don't like using the accessible stalls. The other seems tight. But I'm a chunky person, so sometimes they are. It's fine. I'm in a hurry.

Upon sitting, I realize the seat is lower than my knees. And there's about 3" between my knees and the stall door. And my left shoulder is right up against the paper dispenser. I'm 5'1" and my shoulders are avg - maybe 18". This is not a matter of chunk.

I can't switch stalls now. I'm committed. I am Hercules in the Augean stables. I will endure.

I am so compressed that I have to reach my right hand over to the left to get paper. I look for the trashcan. There isn't one. So I have to wrap everything up extra good and just kinda hold it, while trying to Houdini the new stuff into place.

Meanwhile, I am tormented by these works:

Two exhausted lovers, perpetually trapped by carnality and absurdity, silenced and starving. A tragic beauty with resigned poise, unable to change the nightmare she cannot stop watching. Their eyes beg.

Standing up is a challenge. I'm too close to the ground, and there's no room to lean in any direction. One hand is full and hovering in mid-air. I can tell that the position has affected the blood flow in my legs, but I am fueled by desperation. My success is like that of a soldier who leaves the battlefield piecemeal under a flag of triumph.

This is a house-style commode and I cannot spin 'round to reach the flush handle. I turn one leg sideways and stretch behind myself with my free hand. In my contorted position, I'm grateful that there was a lid to close beforehand.

Opening the stall door is like taking a long-awaited breath.

I duck into the accessible stall to throw the stuff away. No. There isn't a trashcan in there either. Just the one small can next to the sink. I know that it's not my fault, but I feel ashamed as I drop my burden into it.

I wash my hands and a wave of emotion breaks over me. Why do I feel so alienated in my struggle? Was it designed for me alone? If I leave the room, then come back, will the stalls be re-arranged? What cursed item lurks in the market, ancient and malevolent, with the ability to create this most private of hells? Does its tag reflect the price I have paid?

The paper towel dispenser refuses to give me a reasonable amount. A numbness overtakes me. I do not expect comfort in this place. I dry my hands 4" at a time.

The elevator music and tchotchkes are there when I exit, but they are no longer welcoming. I move toward the exit, a lesser woman. Some piece of myself is surely left behind, perched upon a sale display, to wait for deliverance that will never come.

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love it when a nondog baby animal is called a pup anyway

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Just checking.... We all pronounce Miette like My-TAY in our heads, right?

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I hate when you're looking for something and folks are like "oh I'm sure it's somewhere." well aye that's sort of the base assumption for most things but cheers. big help

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I cannot prove that Clint's chameleon logo is an homage to Liz, but I feel it is true in my heart.

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small bird was VERY offended that I picked him up off the sidewalk like a potato chip. don't fall asleep on the sidewalk then

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Spood house update was a success. I feel so, so bad for scaring them tho. 😭 My poor babies. I planned to add a little more ventilation, but they were so upset I decided to do it another day. For now they get dark and quiet.

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LINDA HAMILTON as Sarah Connor in Terminator 2: Judgment Day (1991) (dir. James Cameron)

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Every appliance in my kitchen has a clock on it. There are like 17 clocks in there.

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My Terrifier-themed miniatures!!

Plus reference pics. lol (I know the sign isn't even. It might end up tucked into something, so I left a margin on one side.

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who’s gonna tell tumblr that executive dysfunction is more than Not Doing Things?

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yeah you like your girls thick but do you like not judging her when she eats? do you like standing up to your friends when they’re fatphobic even when she’s not around? do you like holding her when she’s hurt by the things people say and do around her? do you like her? or do you just prefer her when she’s a picture on your phone?

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