I had some Mountain Dew left over from the barbecue sauce I made the other day, (CHECK IT OUT, 3:2:1 ratio of that, molasses, and vinegar, with a dash of chili oil makes a rad barbecue sauce,) so now I am brining chicken in it to fry tonight.
Mountain Dew’s culinary value is not as a drink.
Back from exile to see if anyone has any opinions regarding the placement of the Jaguar circuit on this bass.
Wait I’m back briefly to say I want you to listen to this playlist I made, it’s very intense but I think probably you can handle it. Ok good.
(That also was supposed to be a placeholder picture but now I don’t have the moxie to change it.)
I decided to lurk tonight and, if this is the last thing I ever post on this blog, it is not a waste.
I am noticing myself get very anxious when I am on this website. Now that I have a job, I’m spending much less time here; not that I was so constant a fixture in the weeks before I had it, but I’ve been especially absent since I started.
I didn’t really notice before now how stressed out I am when I’m here, though. Maybe it’s because I’ve been especially stressed lately adjusting to being accountable to dozens of people as well as certain difficulties in my social life, but I was having a relatively calm day before I logged on.
So. I guess now it is time for another extended break, or maybe just time to leave Tumblr entirely. If I don’t come back, well, it’s been real I guess? I am appreciative of all the ways I’ve improved since 2009, but I don’t think there’s much more good me being here will do.
Skeletor Affirmations (by ghoulnextdoor)
TODAY I AM SETTING BOUNDARIES AND SAYING “NO”.
Your 6-year-old daughter just watched the episode where Diane calls off the wedding and leaves the bar. Now she’s trashing her bedroom and threatening to set fire to the whole house.
“Sweetie,” you plead with her through her door. “Please, just calm down and think about it. They were polar opposites.”
“That’s why they fit so well!” she screams. “Each found what they were lacking in the other!”
You try to explain that things get complicated when you get older, but you can hear her smashing her Barbie Dream House to bits.
“All is lies!” she screams.
“Come on, honey,” you say. “He’s Sammy! Mayday Malone! He’s supposed to be out there playing the field, not sitting on the bench with a bookworm.”
She keeps smashing stuff. You’re getting worried.
“Me and daddy will always be together,” you say. “You don’t have to worry about that.”
Your daughter opens the door.
“Sam and Diane were together because it was dangerous. It was uncomfortable,” she says. “You and dad are together because it’s safe.”
You go downstairs and prepare dinner. When your husband sits down at the table and asks where your daughter is, you say she’s coming down with something so you put her to bed. You don’t want to tell him what she said. You wish she was at the table though. You wish you had someone to look at besides him.
Happy Sam And Diane Day!
Credit: Yoshitoshi ABe (Serial Experiments Lain, Texhnolyze, Haibane-Renmei, NiEA-7)
Yesssssss <3ABe so much!!