Soulmates, but with the British meaning of “mate.” Two homies bound by a platonic string of fate.
Me every time Trump mentions DeSantis
your writing does not have to be good.
your author’s note does not have to go on its knees
for a hundred words before each chapter repenting.
you only have to let the soft gremlin of your brain
write what it wants.
“if you take medication for that, you’ll be taking medication all your life!!” yeah, and?? bud, i already put on my glasses every morning. it’s like. a condition of mine, not a side hobby i’m pursuing irresponsibly.
and the thrilling sequel: “taking meds for that is the easy way out!” right you are my dude, i’m a huge fan of not making things harder than they have to be
What's your DIY cardinal sin mine is that I never countersink screws
Until this past weekend when my dad gave me his spare power drill, I have owned no power tools for the nearly 3 years of living in my house so when I need to screw something into a wall I just brute force it into the dry wall and if it won't go in with the screwdriver/strength combo, then that screw becomes a nail real quick (ie. I just get out a hammer and hammer it in).
This is a safe space but what the fuck
I needed to build a desk but I didn't have a saw, so I whittled the planks to length with my knife.
sometimes I don't want to make noise while building, so I just slowly push the nails through the wood instead of hammering them.
one time I was assembling a loft bed, and it had a factory defect where there was a bolt hole that was missing; so I heated the steel with a butane soldering iron, drilled a hole with a gimlet and a hammer, and tapped it by driving in a spare bolt.
one time I had a 2 x ¼ inch steel bar I wanted to cut in half but I didn't have any power tools, so I spent an hour or two grinding through it with a round file.
Once, when I was a teenager, I tried to hang a picture frame in front of a breaker box to hide it, and I put a screw straight through the power main.
I think I started a dialogue I wasn't prepared for with this post
Go ahead, ask me about nail gun safety.
one of the best side effects of dyeing your hair is if you do it often enough you can destroy people's sense of object permanence. it's like microdosing on shapeshifting.
i'll show up to work with a new dye job and my coworkers will literally be like i'm sorry who's this guy. and when i'm like it's me james? we've worked together for years? they're like "yes, i suppose see it now... you do look like him... but the james i know has blue hair... what kind of devilish trickery is this..."
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