Rose Thorne(She/Her)

How I deal with all my problems.

Just fucking masturbate.

Sir Terry Pratchett. Actually, probably counts as multiple because the opening to The Shepherds Crown makes me bawl like a child, and it’s pretty much a step-by-step guide for mourning.

Discworld has been my comfort series for a long time. I have read most of the books more times than I can count. Spent months tearing through multiple a day.

Of course, his condition was known amongst the fans, we had all known it was going to be sooner than later, but it felt like a long chapter of my life was closed. I had looked forward to every release, cherished them. The man’s work had been beside me through some of the hardest times, always bringing a smile back to my face.

I mean, could still be gay.

Depends on how the OOP swings.

“Though I may change, my heart does not, for I am but its reflection, and may that reflection be more true with every passing day”.

No clue where my brains pulling that one from, but it felt fitting. It feels like such a simple thing, the want to be accepted for who you really are, yet it brings a complex hurt when you realize how hard that can be to get.

This person is going to be the reason for a therapist developing a drinking problem.

Pretty often. I remember when I first came out exploring my gender identity, getting active on the Trans subs, I got hit by at least a couple. Felt really shitty, and wasn’t an uncommon issue from the complaints I saw surrounding it.

When we finally finish building the FOSS space program and begin our trek across the final frontier untouched by capitalism, you’ll be left behind.

You’re allowed to help build it, but we will not allow you to stay on as a maintainer, sorry.

Technically speaking, working. But given that it takes at least 45 minutes to start on my next step, and there’s also inventory prep going on, I’m hiding out of the way for as long as possible.

I had to borrow a car, it was going to be a 20 minute round trip, person and I sit roughly the same way, so I didn’t think to adjust the seat. It wasn’t terribly uncomfortable, just not exactly right.

Ended up pinching a nerve in my back. Could barely move for 3 days, had to delay starting a job because of it.

What a curious game. The only winning move is not to play.

The Absolute universe would kill it as an animated series. They’re doing some top tier work with those books.

Wonder Woman at the very least deserves it. It’s been great seeing her get more positive attention, and this incarnation of her character has been one of the best.

Nah, even Satan is uncomfortable looking at that one. Sacrifice not accepted. In fact, resurrected.

I feel like this should be common sense, but goddamn does it come up often as fuck. If you’re going to a built-in bakery, like in a grocery store or Starbucks little bakery display, we don’t fully make 90% of that shit. It comes in pre-made. The shit we do put in the oven is mostly to warm it or just finish it off.

We most likely don’t even have the box to tell you exactly when the supplier baked it. We sell them that quickly. We just slap icing on.

We have to put out so much product in a day, on such tight timing, that if we had to mix and bake our own cakes and bread, we’d be constantly out. That is part of why our shit is cheaper than a high-end independent establishment.

Is this the step before or after being the age to want things to change, but old enough to be jaded?

I view it like the “discomforting uncle versus outright hateful aunt”. I still really don’t want to support him, but equally, fuck her, she’s out here on the fucking daily with her shit.

Plus, at this point, telling someone to pirate anything Rowling is like telling someone to breathe. You’re either doing it, or okay with the outcome of your actions.

Eh, it’s kinda down to personal perspective. In mine, absolutely a reasonable way to handle things if you love the art, but don’t feel morally comfortable supporting the artist.

I recommend people pirate Enders Game, because fuck Orson Scott Card.

Passing Through by Kaden MacKay.

It came on while I was driving, struggling through feeling like I just didn’t have enough time. Trying to work up the cash to get to a better place, feeling stuck in a dead-end job that I’ve lost what little passion I had for, not really many opportunities to get something better in my area.

Trying to work through my own identity, feeling how much of who I have been was something built on the things pushed onto me, feeling like I’ve missed so much of my own life being buried within a shell that was just starting to open. Trying to open it more, knowing I had to face the risks because staying inside was killing me.

Feeling like I was behind, running towards something I could never catch. I had to pull over because I had started crying. I was doing all this, making myself feel worse, and never taking that chance to just be. To be comfortable in my skin, to be who I really am, to let the time pass through and just smile, even for a little while.

They generally have them on the containment units, and if they’re used elsewhere, on the pipes/machines carrying/using the chemicals.

Now, if they’ve been properly replaced since installation is a completely different question. I’ve seen far too many faded/shredded diamonds on the sides of things.

With tea I normally stick to green teas, mint or lemon, sometimes a little sugar just for a bit of sweetness. More something to help me relax.

Coffee depends. If I’m making it myself, it’s coming out as road tar and gets a couple spoonfuls of sugar. If I’m out ordering at a cafe or something, I normally grab a hot Mocha.

When I prayed for Jesus to be packin’, this is not what I meant.

Oh well, least I still have Mohammed. Maybe Buddha, too.