Of Friendliness and Falling Temperatures

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Son of a crumbled biscuit. I fell asleep writing this. Oh dear.

Oh man am I utterly exhausted from work and socializing today. I had work in the morning, but I have to admit I was not as good as I could have been seeing as I had the beginnings of a very bad headache. It got better, but holy crap is it cold out tonight.

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Of Snowstorms and Surprises

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2 Days of Snow Forecast

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SON OF A FUCKING BISCUIT. Two guesses who fell asleep face-first on their Kindle last night?

I know I’m gonna cry when my gift arrives. My support system has been so amazing lately, and I have just been getting run over by the struggle bus mentally.

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Prompt Answer: Favorites Place To Go In My City

What is your favorite place to go in your city?

As usual, I have a very roundabout answer to this. The too long, didn’t read version answer is “it depends on the city”.

One hundred and fourteen addresses since my birth in June 1985. I only really remember 1992 and onward, to be honest. Seven was a defining year; my little brother Mal was born that February. It was the beginning of my parentification, but I love him so much and am so proud of who he has become and the life he built for himself.

So. Where I am now? It’s the public libraries or this amazing local ice cream place that has some of the best damn ice cream I’ve ever had. Like, lemon cardamom, blackberry with lime, and cherry almond flavored. In Chicago, it’s Chiu Quon in Chinatown. Cash only, but fucking amazing food for as long as I can remember.

Of Cold Snaps and Coca Cola

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2 Weeks From Today is the 4th of December

Trigger warning: speaking on the loss of parents.

I feel like I’m not allowed to be as sad as I am about my Daddy’s death anniversary. it’s two weeks from today exactly. He’s been gone since 2018; I literally didn’t know what to do that day. Meaning the day after I got the phone call at something like three in the morning.

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