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Conversation I just overheard my siblings having in the living room:

Older sister: The police are after me!

Older brother: Are you a taxi driver?

Older sister: Yes!

Older brother: Why are they after you?

Older sister: I was speeding!

Older brother: Is there a child in your car!?

Older sister: Yes!

Older brother: Pull over!

Older sister: No way!

Just got back from the void. I got you a rock.

brb, gotta go fall off the face of the earth for abit.

New Idea for Public Transport! Make giant magnet towers and put people in metal suits and catapult/slingshot them around like angry birds.

I just watched The Wild Robot. I was really excited for it because I love robots, but I did not expect for it to make me cry.

The fox reminded me of the fox from The Little Prince, which also made me cry.

Then I remembered a story called The Porcupine Whose Name Didn't Matter and decided to read it because I hate myself apparently. Guess what? It made me cry.

Now I'm just sitting here, reminded of the fact I have no friends, trying not to cry.

I think I might be sick...

So, yesterday was interesting.

I woke up around one, as one does, and had to babysit some little kids. They were adorable, and absolute sweethearts, so that was fun.

Afterwards, my mother and sisters and I went to the store. As me and my sisters were walking past the cloths section, a boy walked by, and for some stupid reason, I audibly said, "Cute." Like what??? What is wrong with me??? Why would I say that???

Luckly for the most part it was under my breath, and the only person who could have heard me was my little sister, who second before that had pointed out a shirt that she liked. So, if she somehow heard me, she probably thought I was talking about some of the cloths we past.

Later during the trip, and somehow way less embarrassingly, I ended up shaking with laughter in the middle of the aisle. We were looking for an Asian sauce for a recipe my older sister was planning, and we had already gone back and forth trying to find other ingredients, and someone suggested looking back over by the ramen and rice even though the sauces were kept in a different aisle. Thankfully we found it there, so we didn't have to keep running around, and my little sister said, "Good thing they're racist."

I don't know why I found that so funny, but I ended up on the floor laughing in public, so, ya.

We went home and I sat in my room reading all night. It's like 7:15 right now, so I should probably get some sleep.

Just wanted a post to remember the day.

6/9/2025 My dad almost sent me to a psych-ward over a panic attack. I was crying and he threatened to hit me with a wooden paddle three times if I didn't do what he asked, the third time I was going to let him, but he stopped right before he did because I still wouldn't move. He threatened to send me somewhere while I was crying on the bathroom floor and over-heard him on the phone with dispatch telling them he thought I was "a danger to herself." He told me to go pack, and I finally calmed down enough to tell him what was wrong. My bag has been sitting on my bed packed for over five hours. So far no one has come, so I think I'm in the clear. I genuinely thought I would end up bleeding out on the bathroom floor or in a mental hospital by now, so I guess tonight went better then it could've?

I left my siblings to make me in Sims, and I'm too scared to go into the room and see what they did.

I was heading upstairs for the night when I walked past my parents' bedroom. I have no idea what they're watching, but someone on the tv said, "You can do great things, but you don't have to sell your soul."

Now, many things went through my head in that moment, but somehow, as I was ascending the dark stairwell in the middle of the night, I whispered, "But it's free real estate."

I'm just disappointed I didn't accidently scare anyone.

I've had more strawberry lemonade in the past few days than I've ever had in my entire life, and honestly, I think I have a new favorite drink.

Today we got to help a couple out with yard work, mostly involving raking up leaves, unfortunately, it was raining. So, ya. That was fun. The second I got home I layed down on the couch and passed out for two hours. Yay.

"I crave death and sleep, but mostly sleep."

AO3 Authers are a vibe.

My dad just called me into his room. I was sure I was in trouble, like majorly-screwed-grounded-till-collage kind of trouble. When I walked into the room, he handed me a full pint of key-lime ice-cream with barely a spoonful taken out of it.

I would say I'm surprised, but this is honestly like the twentieth time he's done this.

I need to stop being to paranoid.

When does a car become a meteor?

I'm listening to Creator by Lena Raine, the music box version, and I really feel like wandering through an empty castle during a storm and crying. Like the lost ghost of a child long forgotten, mourning the loss of love never received. Like the pain would be physical, yet silent, if they still had a body to feel.

... or something like that.

Now presenting, my little sister:

"Are you done with life- Oh, a tomato!"

*Picks up tomato and sniffs once before biting into it like an apple*

"This needs to be washed."

When me and my siblings were little, we were told stories about these "Older Siblings" who all died in the most strangest ways. The most memorable one was about an "Older Brother" who died while running a marathon. He was running backwards while eating a bowl of cereal and ran off the track. He ended up running straight off a cliff. My older brother said the story always gave him nightmares, yet our parents claim they don't know where the stories came from. We still don't know the source, and the only other stories I can recall, though I don't remember the details, is one about an "Older Sister" who ate flowers and was poisoned, and an "Older Brother" who drowned under frozen ice due to some unusual circumstances.

I just pulled an all-nighter, as one does, and I went to grab something to eat because I'd prefer not to starve. Last night we had pizza, so obviously I had left over pizza. Make all the jokes you want; I honestly don't care. That was the best thing I have ever put in my mouth. I swear, out of everything, homemade spaghetti, Chinese takeout, butter chicken, cookies, ice-cream, Jello, that Oreo pudding stuff we make for potlucks, my dad's award-winning chilly he stole from a dc comic and has an image of said comic framed and hanging in the kitchen, NOTHING has been better than this day-old pizza.

"Please! Don't leave me again!"

"I died. Do you think I had a choice in the matter?!"

Bone Apple Tea

I have been horrifically inspired; I take full credit and no responsibility for what I say next.

You know how people purposefully mispronounce Bon apatite as bone apple tea? Here me out.

If you were to actually make it, how would you? How do you think it would taste? I have just spent the past half hour thinking about this, and now you will too.

I think I've thought up two generic ways to make it.

Number one. Boil apple peels, and bones in water. I'd do peels because it's the easiest part to boil, and this is tea, not apple juice, so the flesh isn't an option. Also, we're staying away from the core because I'd rather not poison anyone. As for the bones, I'd just buy fried chicken or turkey and take the bones out and use those. Not only because it's precooked, and again, we're avoiding making people sick, but also because the fat, thus the flavor has been cooked into the bones.

Number two. The Poorman's version. Boil equal parts broth, apple juice, and water. Fun fact! People often times boil bones to make broth, so I think this is a proper substitute. I'd again use either chicken or turkey broth for this, not only are these probably cheaper, but I think the flavors would mesh well, or as well as they can. I think the apple juice is self-explanatory, and although I'd aim for 100%, if watered down is cheaper, then by all means use it. I'd just be impressed someone would try this.

I honestly think I wouldn't be able to sleep if I didn't get this down. If any of you masochists are brave enough to try this, let me know how it turns out! Bon apatite!

It's almost the middle of the night and I went downstairs to check on my laundry, and in the kitchen stood my older sister making pancakes???

I walked up to her, and she said, "You want some? I made too many."

I think I know who my favorite sibling is.

My beanbag ripped, so now I've resorted to sitting on the floor, like a commoner.

My alarm clock scared me, so I turned it off and forgot to turn it back on. Now I have no grasp on the concept of the passage of time.

Me and my siblings are planning on rewatching My Street this summer in preparation for season seven coming in the fall. We get extremely busy during the summer and almost never interact during the day, so they've asked me to calculate the time it will take to watch it so we can fit it into our schedules.

Wanna see me do something cool?

*breaks all the bones in my entire body*

Wanna see me do it again?

I think my brain broke, because I forgot the word for pizza, and the first thing that popped into my head was: "Smiley Pie Crust Dinner."

*dramatically sighs as toss myself onto a couch* I wish gay people were real.

Online interaction I had that makes me smile for some reson:

"Does that mean there's a very killable child in the area?"

"Oh, damn. You're right....."

Me: Hey, weren't you going to take a shower today?

My sister: It's one am!?

Me, hair dripping wet with my towel still in hand:

Her: