Happy Valentine's Day.
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
faeries are not real but i wish thwy were so i could spray one with raid
harry houdini to his wife after a long exhausting dinner with arthur conan doyle
William Mackinnon, Landscape as self-portrait, 2012 Acrylic, oil and automotive enamel on linen
ID: An image of a man in the produce section of a grocery store trying to open a produce bag. There is text on the image that reads, "If anyone is looking for me" at the top of the image and the bottom text reads, "I'll be here, tryin to open this damn bag". The text is in all caps. End ID
me longform bicthing abt my kafkaesque problem of the day under the cut
Charles van den Eycken - Pleasant anticipation (1883)
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
his name is orson welles because I watch his movies and go Well that was orsome
I open a pack of cigarettes and they all blast off like rockets in different directions
[sitting completely still in my own bed] this world is gutting me like a fish
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
me: i love renting cheap apartments with tenuous pet policies from shady rental companies because i'm FRUGAL and A PUNK and i live in the SHADOWS also me: what do u mean my shady rental company is forcing me out of my home bc my dog barks and i can't just post in the buy nothing group asking for a new place to live