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READER BEWEADER YOU’RE IN FOR A SCEADER

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Remember in 2010 when Taio Cruz said "I throw my hands up in the air sometimes"? I appreciated his restraint. You can't just throw your hands up in the air whenever. There's a time and a place, and that time was 2010, and the place was the club.

what your favorite decade of horror is really says a lot about what horror movies you like

*meant to say decade but I wrote this so late last night that I lacked braincells

let’s remove the question if it’s livable and just focus on the max you can do in terms of comfortability. So you’re not too tired/burnt out at the end of the day.

i feel bad for bigender people, the commute between Jupiter and college has got to be rough

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Ever feel unsafe crossing a crosswalk? Cars cutting off your right of way? That's why VisionZero Vancouver is excited to introduce Bricks.

A new pilot program to enhance pedestrian safety. Simply grab a brick at one of our designated stands, enter the crosswalk with the brick clearly visible to surrounding vehicles, and cross the street with full confidence that you and everyone around you is aware of your ability to protect yourself. We believe Bricks will be a major disruptor to the pedestrian safety industry. Although speed bumps and other traffic calming measures do play a critical role in keeping pedestrians safe, they rely on political leadership and, frankly, who can rely on that? What you can rely on is a concrete solution. As the saying goes, sometimes the best defense is a Brick. Let's make street safer for everyone (without bricks) Vision Zero Vancouver

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i love this character so much......i hope they get seriously injured and almost die

i think rice with things on it & also some sort of sauce is like basically the best food genre tbh

I love Repo! The Genetic Opera. It's the perfect movie. The effects are amazing. The effects look like shit. The color grading has two settings and they both look horrible. There are dozens of sets, and each one is the same sound stage. I love the costuming, it looks like they raided a 2002 hot topic and a Spencers. The characters are amazing, 95% of them are assholes. It's aged horribly, it's timeless. It's a tragedy and the funniest shit I've ever seen. It's a mess, it's a masterpiece. Nathan is insane, and he's my best friend.

It's my favorite movie. Don't watch it.

Do y'all have any favorite card games?

I know this is the jaded post-irony website and we all wanna be funny, but I am genuinely asking. Please, tell me about a good memory you have with some loved ones and a stack of standard playing cards.

Howard Rogers (American, b. 1932) - Cotton blanket

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Jonathan's already writing for an audience that he expects to doubt his story/sanity. Even if that audience is just himself later on, he wants to be very clear that this was a real experience, and he wasn't drunk. He's less certain about his state of wakefulness at various points, but he tries to pay attention to that as well. He mentions when he was feeling tired, when he suspects he missed time due to sleeping, and so on.

But also... he's writing this in the early morning, after Dracula finally lets him go to his room. Perhaps he's hoping that in writing over what he's experienced, he'll calm down a little more. He wants to get it down while it's still fresh but he's also trying to writing till sleep comes. But look at how he ends the entry:

That does not sound like a guy wrapping it up because he's about to drift off to a restful sleep. If anything, he's way more worked up than he was at the start. Reliving it all as he wrote has made him even more scared and doubtful, and he signs off with hopes that he survives this ordeal.

And then... what? Puts his diary away in his pocket and goes to bed? Sits hugging his knees watching the door, telling himself he's being ridiculous but too freaked out not to? Paces his room to try and wear himself out? Examines all the gifts he's been given, smelling the flowers and fingering each knot on the crucifix necklace? Watches the sun coming in the window as it crosses the ceiling, exhausted and wired and trying to think of Mina? The gap between finishing this entry and falling asleep must exist at least a little, and it's not fun to imagine.

Boy I sure am excited for my good friend Jonathan to begin his trip! What a fantastic business opportunity for him :) I'm sure nothing terrible will happen. Also I'm sure his lovely fiancée Mina will miss him terribly, but she will be having a lovely time with her good friend Lucy, and nothing untoward or scary will happen to them either :))))

he's like a neglected tamagotchi (ft. boom operator Speed Ratliff)