i miss home. i miss you.

my mom gave me two mp3 players from my grandparents that are so old i would need Windows 98 to even look at what songs are on them, BUT one of them runs on a AAA battery and has FM radio. i turned it into a keychain and i’m gonna get some working wired headphones to be able to listen to the local college radio station on it.

i need a new something to be obsessed with. i'm too listless and bored lately. like... what even is there to think about anymore that doesn't suck? i need a break from politics and my own anxiety.

my orange cat is growing up to be addicted to screens. anytime he hears me go upstairs to where the TV is, he sprints after me and jumps up on the entertainment console to get as close as possible to it. he doesn't respond to a treat bag, but the second he hears the xbox startup chime he's scrambling as hard and fast as he can to get in position in front of it. his favorite show is Dimension 20 and his number one opp is the Dropout loading circle. i'm genuinely a little worried that he's going to knock the TV over by trying to attack the loading circle, and he seriously doesn't respond the same way to any other loading circle other than Dropout's.

weirdest part about wearing a name tag is when customers call me by my name completely unprovoked.

my managers don’t know i read fanfiction when there’s no line at the register, but i do. i do all the time.