My dad was Bruce-ing again today.
Dad: Where are your keys? I'm gonna go put more air in your tire.
Me: I already filled it up this week.
Dad: Oh okay.
Dad goes upstairs for a second and comes back with a bag in his hand.
Dad: Here, take this poncho and put it in your glove compartment. In case you have to pull over in the rain, put it on so other cars can see you.
So then I took my new bright ass orange poncho to my car, bypassing the three water bottles my dad had stuffed in the door pocket as well as the emergency phone battery pack charger he stuffed in another pocket.
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i've had no peace of mind to draw just yet, i've been crocheting a pair of fingerless gloves instead :) i've almost finished the right one! if they're not a total disaster i'll show them once they're done
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watching them try to guess how long the cord is on the vacuum as a cleaner is like. man if i'd been there. that would be the only time those fucking short ass cords aren't the bane of my goddamn existence.
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My morning started off with my grandpa scream puking into a bowl and my grandma saying OKAY I GOTTA GET CHLOE TO WORK FIRST ‼️‼️‼️ And my grandpa screaming HURRRY!!!!!
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*What I tell people:*
Queer
*What it maybe sort of means:*
Agender, genderqueer, ace spec, pan-alterous, t4t leaning (very much), potentially poly but would that work in practice/is that something I can do w Trauma???
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