There is currently a shortage of able-bodied folks at work. Yesterday morning, I was asked whether I was dealing with any injuries.
“Well, I burnt my gums last night. A blister formed and then popped. I can’t stop tonguing it.”
Rainbow knee.
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Achieve the stars.
While in Vancouver, I asked Kristen, “Who’s the hottest character in Lord of the Rings?”
“Hmm… good question!”
Is it, though? I can’t even take credit: Zoée initiated it. I answered young Bilbo, but I’d forgotten about Aragorn. I hope that doesn’t mean Jordi will insist on me sitting through his annual LOTR marathon. I like the movies. They’re excellent movies. They’re fucking long, though, and I won’t be ready to commit to 12 hours of watching a stressed-out Frodo chase a ring anytime soon.
Jordi and I are also watching The X-Files. It’s not a show I watched when it was airing. I was a bit too young and alien-phobic when the series started. So far, the episodes are a hit or a miss. The makeup artistry is aggressively bad, except for the 2nd episode of the 2nd season. The show’s budget went towards their top-notch stunt drivers. Were Mulder’s collection of neckties intentionally ugly? I don’t know, but the truth is out there.
My latest accomplishment in Breath of the Wild is slaying my first Lynel. I was rewarded with a sweet bow that fires three arrows at once and hooves. So that I can make glue? No, to trade with one of the moaning fairies who’ll upgrade an item of clothing.
This is my latest real-life accomplishment…
Continue reading “Achieve the stars.”Pain nook.
I now have SIX candles.
*basic bitchiness intensifies*
Also, my quest for an area rug has come to an end:
No man is an island.
Zoée has an eye for colour and design.
Their entire place is impeccably decorated. There are so many things to look at, but everything has its place. Even creepy Santa.
Continue reading “No man is an island.”Youthful exuberance.
I got ID’d again, this time at the liquor store. I haven’t given up my teetotalling ways: I was buying beer for someone (of legal age–more on that later). I pity 18-year-olds who look as old as me. So, while that still didn’t flatter me, this did:
*struts*
Continue reading “Youthful exuberance.”
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