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Usually my past FB self is incomprehensible to me but this one still rings true
Inspired by @amerpie’s recent post about memorable internet moments:
Prodigy chatroom stories from ye olde Internet days
Kevin, wherever you are, your legacy lives on. Sorry if I never called you back.
today:
- my 18yo texted that she misses me
- my 16yo taught me some new slang (I forgot it already)
- my 15yo said he’s impressed w/ how I keep things organized (!!!)
- my 13yo is chilling in the living room with me, we’re both fiddling on our laptops
the good life, the sweet life, the here and now life
The secret power of a blog from @tracydurnell
A blog gives you the space to explore and nurture ideas over time, perhaps growing so slowly you hardly notice the extent of the evolution of your thoughts till you read something you wrote a few years ago.
one of the things I love most about working from home is nobody makes fun of my moves when I’m dancing at the standing desk
Last night’s vat o' soup: turkey chili w/ white beans and herbs and queso. Yum? Yes. Yum.
Feels like time to make a vat of soup
well i super fucking love this www.theredhandfiles.com/joy/
i probably shouldn’t be allowed to use the internet anymore today
OMG A FLOOD OF GUESTBOOK SIGNINGS I AM FILLED WITH GREAT JOY also I made my blog title pretty with CSS (i am basically an internet wizard now)
HEY FRIENDS I just moved my blog to Pika! Come see! omg it’s so great! ALSO sign my guestbook please IT BRINGS ME GREAT JOY. ⮕ anniemueller.com
Making baked apples the way I remember my Mom making them. We’ll see if they taste as good as I remember, too.
just canceled ~ $70 of subscriptions. That felt really good.
mocking enthusiasm is such a shitty form of cowardice
Which seat will I take tho?
ignorance + curiosity = a sense of wonder
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ignorance + fear = a sense of terror, impending doom
Beabadobee concert last night with Lily! Super fun but oof, general admission floor seats: my feet may not recover. Average age of concert-goer seemed to be about 15. Overhead in reference to opening band: “Whoa the guitarist is, like, seriously old.” “Yeah for real. He’s gotta be over 40.”
Currently reading: The Saint of Bright Doors by Vajra Chandrasekera 📚
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