I decided it was time to make an Instagram page dedicated to the amount of coffee I drink. I’m pretty excited about it actually. It’s pretty basic, but the plan is to do daily captioned pictures in the style of All My Friends Are Dead (the book, not the song), mixed with a little Jomny Sun.
I’m going to try for funny, cute, and amusing, but I can’t promise consistency on that so I won’t.
So over the holidays since I had and still have no money, I just made a ton of baked goods to bring to parties and treat my friends. Mr. Chokkattu’s favorite cookie is the gingersnap, small and crispy and normally purchased for like $6 from the store only to be demolished in 2 hours or less.
If your significant other is similar, you should try this cookie recipe and maybe buy yourself a heart cookie cutter.
Happy Valentine’s Day Mr. Chokkattu.
I adapted this recipe from Smitten Kitchen, whom I’ve followed for at least 5 years now if not more, who adapted it from other recipes herself.
(bugs of my childhood + something i titled in sims for an author sim. the muse keeps chugging my tea. she also doesn’t fucking exist so i have to do this all myself while half asleep even as my tea disappears.)
Source: www.deviantart.com/art/She-Has-Her-Sources-113515422 but the artist seems to have abandoned her account.
Tender dawn opens over the sky
a curtain of gossamer as thick as gold
a silk worm’s blood
Thinkin’ bout little lightning bugs that dominated summer, the light show circus go on to find better jobs
(caged in bottles)
only the determined light the grass and the walls in the heat of a sleeping sun.
but despite their hard work there
just aren’t enough
to fight the heated lanterns.
to fight outtrick the light.
Thinkin’ bout monarch caterpillars, dark and mottled and wide
of a caterpillar, harmless
walls are warm, and sterile
so I threw them out of school so they wouldn’t die starving
Thinkin’ bout dead ladybugs and beating little wings like glittering fire on carpet and on stone and uncomfortable steps and no fear just exasperation.
why you gotta get yourself killed like that. suffocate yourselves
suffocate each other
The nine-spotted moth crashes into grass-studded rock,
antenna bent and wings spread.
Money is importante. Especially now that we have a republican government that will work to keep private industries private and halt the de-privatization of industries that were heading that direction. You’ll need moolah for those days both life and government will overlap in being very unkind. Like a painful menage a tois. FYI, this is probably not a time where you should be stimulating the economy, for your own sake. Read More