Can characters please briefly think about something that isn't sex once in a while? It makes it read like the writer's performing a puppet show with inflatable dolls rather than trying to tell a story about actual people and it's creepy.
I have somehow managed to lose my keys inside my apartment. I used them to get in last night and haven’t left since but the little bastards are gone anyway! all I can think is I must have left them in the door, but I have no idea why any of my neighbors would want to take them edit: aaand found them, in an incredibly obvious place! the secret to recovering lost objects is to complain about it publicly, so that the universe may be persuaded to embarrass you rather then inconvenience you
I'm looking for an old post on either the Hivefled blog or Fovoskon's blog about the Alternian conlang meanings of the trolls' names and I can't find it, and thinking of Hivefled makes me feel like crap for not continuing to write it. (If anyone has the link I'm thinking of, hit me up?)
After 3 days of enjoying having the fan on, now my brain is treating it as a Death Noise to Fixate On. why!
I made mini banana bread loaves for the house and there was the perfect amount for everyone to get them evenly and while they were cooling my dog snatched two out of the pan. They weren't too hot or anything so he's okay, but. UGH.
Had a (lit) candle on my desk. Cat tried to investigate it because she's a dumbass. Panicked, blew the candle out, accidentally sprayed wax over the keyboard. The cat is fine but dried wax is Bad Texture and I haven't found a quick and easy way to get it off such an uneven surface (I have raised keys).