laughter, not poison

last weekend i bought a little blue vase that i correctly identified as being ohio-made from the 1930s, and i was like woww i'm so smart and good at antiques.... i have learned my job-related special interest so well... then this weekend i bought what i thought was probably a 1950s-80s iced tea glass with a retro inspired pattern, maybe indonesian if it was on the younger end of that, and it turned out to be a 1920s celery vase (also made in ohio). so now i'm like okay, maybe i'm not a tableware genius but i am good at finding old shit even when it's by mistake. american pickers who

me longform bicthing abt my kafkaesque problem of the day under the cut

partner and i had breakfast at our fav diner this morning after several months of skipping it bc i was working weekends, & our fav waitress came over with two coffees and two waters (our usual drink order) without asking first and said "you guys didn't answer me! i was trying to telepathically ask you, coffee water, coffee water? but i brought them anyway because i'm pretty sure you want them" and we were like "omg nooo we heard u!! we answered!" & when she left my partner had to wipe tears out of their eyes bc they were so touched

sometimes u just need to not eat breakfast and drink too much coffee and sit on ur couch in a cold sweat listening to paid in cocaine on repeat instead of doing anything constructive

this housing situation is all i can focus on rn and i literally had a nightmare the other night that i had to protect my dog from a huge aggressive dog that got off its leash... like ok subconscious, i am aware of how i'm feeling already. but thanks for making it into a metaphor i guess