#rip lj

I knoooow! It was a really good platform for fandom stuff way back when (in a way this hellsite will never recreate). But I haven’t posted anything since 2014 and them moving the servers was a dealbreaker. Adios LJ, we’ll always have the noughties!

whoa stop being edgy man it’s just another one dude

LJ seemed a lot friendlier to text, whereas tumblr is a space where the image has primacy. So as a word-person I’m not convinced I have much to do here in terms of generating content. I’ll probably just lurk, reblog cool stuff and send people messages. Anyway, if you want to talk Star Wars, Nightvale, DC and Marvel comics, or mid-Tudor polemical literature I’m very much here for all that - hit me up. Do you like weird, awkward sex scenes? Oh boy! Well, my fic is floating around on A03:  http://archiveofourown.org/users/K_dAzrael.   

Sobs

Today, i had one of the harshest days. My morning started off well. I had made breakfast which included a banana, some cereal and milk, a bagel with bacon cream cheese, and warm hazelnut coffee. I got to catch up with Steven Universe (Green Crystal Gem running maintenance on the portals = 😱) I had a pleasure to meet my neighbor's German construction guy, Patrick. I found out their house had been leaking due to the rain and some missing gutters; really unfortunate. After that, I went to work in the pharmacy which proceeded with endless phone calls, multiple malicious patients with no patience, and an enormous stack of digital and physical prescriptions. I was supposed to be off at 8 but my pharmacist had an abnormal amount of work left over for a Friday and was closing with a new tech. So Rose asks me, "Can you stay until 9 and help us close?" And with me being who i am, I respond, "Yeah, of course." I begin working as fast as I can. A half of an hour later the phone rings and I answer, "Thanks for calling Walgreens Pharmacy. This is Peter, how can I help you?" She proceeds to tell me she was supposed to receive a delivery which never arrived. At that moment, I realized that no one called Kareen for delivery. Again, me being me, I tell her I'll deliver it myself. I finish closing and cleaning up the pharmacy then clock out. I change into my civilian clothes and head to the woman's apartment. She buzzes me in and I go upstairs. She peaks her head out the door and I hand her the prescription "Thank you very much, I really appreciate it.", she says to me and I respond, "no problem." After, I head to another patient's house but no answer. I assume they're asleep and head back to my car throwing the prescription into my trunk. I sat in the driver seat and played my ipod while I placed some weed into my grinder for a bowl. The earthy green ignites into a sunny yellow and burns into a bright reddish orange suddenly fading into black gray. This is the story of Little Jimmy: I drive away with my music blaring ("Go Baby" by Lupe Fiasco) and I notice a miniscule black shadow slowly slithering up my windshield. Intrigued, I split my attention between the road and the creature crawling up my smudged glass. I finally realized, It was a baby snail! At a stop light, I pull out my phone and start to snapchat "BABY SNAIL! WHAT'RE YOU DOIN' ON MY WINDSHIEEEEELD!!!!!!" As I pull away, my arm hits the wiper and in that second, it dies. Poor thing. At that point, I was ridden with sadness. While freaking out, I accidentally delete the snap. So on top of murdering this snail, I have nothing to commemorate his journey or life on my car. On my somber drive home, it came to mind that he died with no name. Little Jimmy. I get home and go over my day in my head. We live our lives and pleasant things happen along with all the terrible ones but at the end of the day, God hits the wiper and a bittersweet sound of rubber on glass rings through the universe. Build a bridge and get over it, enjoy the other side.

I should figure this out.  Because this tense paralysis is making me unpleasant to myself and everyone around me.