Am Sick

adding to the list:

- my guy, my lads, fellas, bromide, gurl/girl, babygirl, queen, king, honey baby darling sweetie, homie

- (I'm also aware of broski and "my [noun] in [noun]". Of the latter my roommate's favorite currently is "my sister in girl" but I often use "my brother in [whatever's applicable to the moment]")

Btw if I call u bro, brother, dude, or man I mean it all gender neutrally lol that is just how I speak im not actually calling u that

It’s fun knowing writers since they’ll talk intricately about a scene 5 novels in that recontextualizes a character’s entire motivation and trajectory in the plot and then confess they haven’t even started the first book.

keep a little mail under my pillow for the 🎵mailmannn🎵

favorite ASL signs at the moment:

information

brave

courage

too bad

the first and last ones are fun to throw a little on the delivery, and the middle two are just cool! though to be fair I like so many ASL signs, I kinda feel like I understand it better than English

Here to mention that this is the same friend that sent me this once:

"I'm a burden" congratulations Janet you have discovered the way that society is meant to function?

best thing you could have ever said to me. like my dad always says. the only way to treat a cold is with contempt. I present: the only way to treat Sad Boi hours is with disdain

[ID: screenshot with the words "And yeah we've all got limits and flaws and whatever"]

adorable dad thing today: watching the man cook

for context, when he was a young college student he worked at a fancy restaurant in the middle of nowhere. From time to time he pulls out his skills from that restaurant whether it's cooking or random waiter things or whatnot. He absolutely loves cooking. He's so good at it too.

And, I don't know, there's just something about it. Him opening the oven to pull out three pans of golden beautiful enchiladas made with such specificity and love. Enough to feed his family for two days and also a couple of young adults who were stopping by for food. The love. Small batch huge heart. So much care.

He used to hate complex foods. He used to be a horrible picky eater who didn't like tomatoes or mushrooms or anything red or anything grown up. (This was before I knew him, but I know stories.) He used to hate cooking. And then, to be a dad, he learned. He learned for work to support his family and then he learned for love to feed his family. And decades later he's still at it. And it's incredible. I cannot fathom food as good as my dad's.

Forget adorable. My dad is precious.

overheard a group of guys walking from the math building at college and all I heard was "... if you SQUARE it!" followed by rambunctious laughter from the entire group

love coming home for the holidays because I can wear the same clothes for five days straight and nobody bats an eye. I can sleep on the couch and no one tells me to go to bed. I can wear a Chewbacca onesie in public. I can go home and shower and then put the same onesie back on and wear it for four more days. I can sleep on the floor next to the fireplace if I want. I can sit in the garage and cuddle cats and forget I was supposed to be like. bringing in milk or something? and someone else will just. take care of it. okay this post is mostly about the clothes thing because it's so liberating to not have to choose a new outfit every single day of existence and when no one cares that's really nice

psa even davinci crashes from time to time. in case you were wondering

I know running away doesn't solve my problems, and I know I have to face it tomorrow but still. I see that message and I'm gone.