Jul 19, 2024
What is it with the brick pizza ovens? Seriously, is this like the throw pillows?
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What is it with the brick pizza ovens? Seriously, is this like the throw pillows?
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I have a job where I need to be in five places at once; at times must be in conversation with one person on the phone, another on the walkie, another face to face. As yet I haven’t tried to grow extra arms or have added eyes & ears installed. Now would be a good time to be a clever octopus.
I want to be a clever octopus.
In today’s edition of perception being the key to reality:
I dreamed last night that I was out drinking with coworkers, specifically tequila shots, which I do not usually drink. When the time came for the next round of shots I waved off, citing that I had to be to work in the morning and even though I was dreaming this night’s drinking, I was worried I would be psychosomatically drunk in the morning and unable to drive to work. Like, I knew my blood wouldn’t actually have any alcohol but what if my perceptions were affected by the dream alcohol I drank in a dream. I woke up very amused by it. I usually know I’m dreaming, and often remember them.
There was another thing a few weeks ago. I was pulling in the driveway of the coffee stand and the employee was out taking orders. She had a leopard print umbrella that I admired as I stopped my car in line. When she got to my car, the umbrella was blue with yellow flowers that had blue centers. My working theory is that I saw a pattern and my brain filled in leopard print as the closest match. But that means I didn’t really see what I saw. The umbrella was blue the whole time, my mind reported the details inaccurately. It’s an interesting problem.
Does staff want everyone to sleep so they can kill the site? Like if someone is awake and using it, it can’t be destroyed?
Did a deep condition on my hairrrrr and now i am sitting around waiting for it to drrrrrry
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Wait, does it count as queer-coding if I’m the villain of the piece but I’m actually bi?
I took the sausage off my breakfast sandwich bc it was yucky and replaced it with spinach from the fridge. I almost liked it. “Almost” not bc of the spinach but bc I didn’t like how buttery the croissant was.
Does this mean I’ve ascended into my final adult form? Do I have to start frowning in disapproval at groups of teenagers in public spaces now? Am I still allowed to eat froot loops? I just bought a pretty big bag so I don’t wanna throw the whole thing away... is that another sign?