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I've left this be for too long, honestly.

If you knew me from before? I'm glad you knew me at all. I'm glad to have known each other.

It wasn't all great, but it wasn't all bad either. We had our good times, our laughs, our antics. We played our silly games and felt as much as we could.

I'm tired of giving a spotlight to the negative, as if it's something worthy of showing off. It was lessons learned, scars formed, emotions felt, and it's long since time to accept them and move on.

Thank you, everyone who did so much to help me when I was at my worst. Because of you, I made it. I'm not really sure where "it" is, but I'm not dead and I'm pretty damned happy about that, so that's good enough for me. It's far beyond where I'd thought I'd get.

If you knew me from before...

Hey there, still following this blog, huh? Or maybe just stopping by after thinking “man, what has that bumbling dumpsterfire been up to?" Odd, but I won’t question it. I mean, it’s nice you thought of me. It’s been a while, hasn’t it. A lot has changed, for the better and the worse. Just goes with getting older, I guess. I felt like writing this as a sort of catch-all for whoever out there remembers that I exist and what they might think of me. Not really like those thoughts affect much anymore, but it doesn’t hurt to try and communicate. To maybe even apologize. Fuck knows we all have things we regret.

If you knew me from high school, holy shit, how?! You may as well not know anything at this rate. I hid so much of myself back then, even from myself, its hard to imagine that person ever existed. Perhaps in a way she didn’t. I was such a freak back then, but weren’t we all? Glad you stopped by, maybe send me a message sometime and remind me why we all try to forget what school was like. /j

if you knew me from Las Vegas, that’s... Complicated, isn’t it. Nothing after high school went in any sense of the word well. I’d say you also don’t know much of relevancy anymore but as much as I’d love to pretend those days didn’t matter, didn’t happen, they did. Turbulent and painful as they were, they did. I’m sorry you ever saw anything of me. Figuring out myself, I left quite the tide in my wake. A crashing tide of people, emotions, dramatics. I suppose I’ve always had that sort of flair for it.

Maybe you have no clue what I’m talking about, which at that point, cool. Don’t worry then. Just know I wasn’t always who I am now, in a multitude of ways and meanings.

If you knew me from 2018-2019, maybe even some of 2020, I’m sorry. That’s really it. I’m so sorry. That time for me was so hectic and destructive. It was a tornado of lost and chaotic emotions that I can only vaguely look back on and wonder how anyone survived that. In some ways, no one did. So many things went very very wrong and even going right felt wrong. I find it hard to imagine why anyone from back then would want to come here, I really do. Whatever the reason, though, feel free to move on from me. From all of that.

And if you just want to stop by and see what all has been going on, well, I’m sure you can see already that the answer is nothing. Nothing has been going on, many ties were abandoned where they sat. Bridges haphazardly built, in ruin.

This blog may as well have been made by someone else. For whose who knew better, you might even say it, in fact, was rebuilt and built again by so many people like a dysfunctional group project nobody bothered to try and make work. It’s a mess. I’m my own mess, too.

So hi. I hope I wasn’t something you regret and you’re doing well. If you ever want to start over,

I’m still here,

and good luck.

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The first time I heard an adult say the f word was when I was in fourth grade and we were doing some project that involved us baking cookies together as a class. My teacher Ms. Lindsey, who was real sweet, was demonstrating for everybody and she asked if anyone knew how to crack an egg, and I really didn’t know how to crack an egg, but I’m a go-getter, so I raised my hand and she called on me. I instantly knew I was in trouble at that point but I’d seen my dad crack eggs hundreds of times so I figured, ya know, it can’t be thaaaat hard. So I grab the egg but I have no sense of how softly you’re supposed to tap an egg to crack it, so I just slam it against the desk and splatter raw egg ten feet in every direction and my teacher said “what the fuck, Dion?”

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whatever

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Kill me once, shame on you. Kill me twice, how did you did that.

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I love it when people try to claim representation in fiction is being taken “too far” to the point where it’s no believable. They’re like: 

“What’s next, a mixed-race immigrant on the autism spectrum?” Hi, my name is Rachel, also known as Rachna, and I’m a mixed-race immigrant on the autism spectrum. 

“What’s next, a transgender Latino man with chronic pain?” What, you mean my former colleague, Marco? 

“What’s next, a Black Jewish lesbian?” Bitch, I know I three Black Jewish lesbians, WHAT’S YOUR FUCKING POINT?

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poem, “there’s laundry to do and a genocide to stop,” by vinay krishnan (x). transcription in alt text

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Fruit will last 3 weeks longer….

Why You Should Keep Fruit In Mason Jars Instead Of The Containers They Come In…….

When you get your fruit home from the grocery store, the first thing you should do is remove it from the plastic containers they’ve come in and recycle them. Next, clean out your sink and fill it with water (you could also use a large bowl). Then, toss in a few tablespoons of distilled vinegar. You’ll then want to submerge your fruit in the water and let it soak for about 10 to 15 minutes. The purpose of this is to get rid of any mold or bacteria on the fruit which is what causes them to go rotten more quickly.

Once the fruit has had a nice soak, remove it from the vinegar water, transfer to a strainer, and rinse with cool water. Leave the fruit out to dry on a tea towel or paper towel. Once dry, transfer the fruit to mason jars and seal up those lids. This is the best way to make your fruit last, particularly berries, which tend to be very prone to mold and bacteria buildup.

And that’s it! Incorporating these few extra steps into preparing and storing fruit can help you eliminate food waste, save money, and keep your fridge stocked with fresh produce for much longer.

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OK new game. Use this website to see how common your first name is, and then put that number in the tags. 

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hey if you’re in the U.S. and use food stamps or know somebody who does i found this online cookbook that has recipes for eating well on approximately $4/day :o) 

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i want to caption this as "george costanza haunted by the spectre of male/male sexuality" but i think people would take it as a Funny Tumblr Joke and i need you to know that that is canonically the context of this image

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Making a post about having sex and then all your mutuals start reblogging it tagged as "#unreality"