welcome to my trashcan

That is such an inspirational quote for such a dumbass thing to do

dracula is considered a classic because it covers timeless human emotions such as "this food is not good for me but I'll eat it again because it's delicious" and "i ran to the train and of course it was late"

i think it's great when someone tries to pull off a tragic self-sacrifice in a story and there's at least one guy who's just like "no this is fucking stupid actually. you're an idiot." about it. because it kind of is. i love a good tragedy but let's be honest with ourselves if a friend tried to indulge a noble sacrifice fantasy would you not be a little annoyed. like come on man.

the man who owns and runs the thai restaurant in my town knows me by name. he is one of the kindest and most thoughtful men i know. i started ordering from his place back in january, which was when i got my fibromyalgia diagnosis. back then i was using a walker, had limited mobility in my entire body but especially my hands, and was very visibly in pain. i always ordered the same thing: yellow curry with no meat, potatoes and carrots only (i have texture and other dietary issues). he always made it a point to make sure i could get out the door and carry the food safely. he had his workers package the food so that it was easier for me to open. as i kept coming back and i told him a little bit about my health status, he would always encourage me to keep going. he told me about how the spices he used were good for inflammation and began to edit the recipe just for me so that spices that were even better for fighting inflammation were used. he’d give me extra portions and despite the fact that i would tip every time, i realized later that he never charged my card for them. as time went on and my condition began to get better, especially with the help of a physical therapist, he would make encouraging remarks and tell me how happy he was for me. the day i came in without my walker, he practically jumped for joy, and despite my insistence, he gave me my meal for free that day. i continue to make progress with my conditions and i continue to go to the thai place. this man who does not know me personally and who i hardly know anything about is one of my favorite people. it’s interactions with humans like these that make loving life easier. and his curry really does help my chronic condition. it’s comfort food taken to the next level.

When I was a kid my favourite song was ‘save a horse, ride a cowboy’ because I had no idea it was about sex

my boss just called me and we had a nice chat under albeit bad internet circumstances. the problem is that she - reasonably - expects me to be in my flat in south germany doing home office. this is because she does not know that 24 hours ago, i - unreasonably - on a whim picked up my backpack and my work computer boarded the first train north and am by now on a ferry halfway to sweden. how do i bring this up without getting fired. what the fuck will i do once i reach sweden. i haven't slept in a day

update: i have travelled 1700km/1000miles in thirty hours. i got through the work day by writing out a list of emails while still slightly concious and sending them out between power naps on the ferry sun deck to hold up the facade. i am now once again on a train to make it even further north, as my goal is to just tell everyone at work that i'm "up north" without specifying and letting them come to their own benign conclusions about central Germany staycations while i home office from a fjord. i have never been this tired but i also cannot remember the last time i've felt so much in control over my life

Equality or death