Live Deliciously or Die Trying

It's lucky for me that I hate the indirect and "reel"-style setup of tiktok and increasingly instagram, because that makes me pretty much immune to the worst doom-scroll triggers. Tiktok is inefficient; I can't find what I want to find when I want to find it I have to drift through the audio visual equivalent of a jumble sale in the hopes of finding anything valuable, I hate that. Even worse I have to partially commit to watching something in order to even really know if I want to watch it or not! Instagram is similar, and I usually only go on when I have notifications of something new from someone I follow and will go directly to it, because if I'm on my main page 80% of it is stuff I'm not following and probably don't even want. I find that whole set up deeply frustrating. If I want to simply go waste time on my phone I can browse etsy, or go on pinterest, or jstor, or whatever, and at least there I'm going to search something and get results at least mostly based on what I was looking for. But what is so aggravating to me about these apps is precisely what they were designed for, and my being so annoyed by it really protects me from the worst of social media/phone habits.

Very particular kind of writerly wistfulness when the developing romance will presumably live on beyond the limits of the actual story plot but You know the sex is going to get only weirder and deeper After the credits roll. I have one romance where one partner is basically physically unkillable and is so used to most pain as to be basically unfazed by it for the most part, but extremely new to any real intimacy, emotional or physical, and then falls in love with a long-time enemy of many previous engagements and injuries— like I feel like sex with them is inevitably going to blend the previous intimacy of combat and new intimacy of sex and pleasure and move into physical boundaries and acts that would be probably repulsive and just impossible for normal lovers, even if only once in awhile. But that's all way beyond the scope of the story and much farther down the road of sexual and romantic exploration than where the finale leaves them. So it's just not going to get explored. But like. It's so richhhh.

The men in this city cannot keep even underwear up over their grubby asses for more then 5 minutes at a time. 2nd time in a week I have seen full naked ass out here. It's like Soddom and Gomorrah.

Starting Cake of Blood and the weird uncle from Fangs of the Living Dead is here (and looking like a conquistador despite this supposedly being 1000 AD)

the way the daily skin/body aches are somehow Worse in my legs when they're not shaved 🙄🙄