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clevermanka) wrote2021-03-18 10:21 am
clevermanka) wrote2021-03-18 10:21 am
Thursday
I watched Bai Yu eating noodles for about ten minutes. Archery. Yes, I would like to Feel It.
Zhu Yilong Tongue Alert.
Fanart: Forehead kisses then and now. Happy kiss.
My favorite Zhao Yunlan coat (I call it his Final Girl Coat) won the ZYL side of the Guardian Clothes Off. Of all of Zhao Yunlan's many wonderful jackets, that is hands-down the one I'd most like to own. I love it.
I was added to someone I don't know's Twitter list titled "amusements" and I haven't felt so validated in a long time.
Someone I do know mentioned the hell of laundromats recently and I realized something kinda disappointing. During ~all this~ that's been going on lately I'd been playing seriously with the idea of living in a big city for the first time in my life. I want to feel surrounded by humanity and bustle, even if I'm not always participating in it. But there's no way I can afford an apartment with washer/dryer hookups in a big city (if one was even findable) and that's all it took to wipe that dream out of my possible futures. I barely have the energy to carry my laundry the 20ft from my dryer to the bedroom. There's no way I'm ever going to have the ability to haul stuff to and from a laundromat.
I don't have the sensory issues that others do, and I actually have quite fond memories of laundromats. One of my earliest memories is of the weekly trips to the laundromat where my mom would buy us a pack of peanut M&Ms and a red creme soda from the vending machine. She'd put me on her lap and read (usually the Oz books or one from the Little House on the Prairie series), running her finger below the words and that's how I learned to read at a 3rd-grade level before I started school. But other than the occasional trip to run my duvet through the mega-size washer, they're not an option for me.
Sigh.
This week's dump on cm.net.
Zhu Yilong Tongue Alert.
Fanart: Forehead kisses then and now. Happy kiss.
My favorite Zhao Yunlan coat (I call it his Final Girl Coat) won the ZYL side of the Guardian Clothes Off. Of all of Zhao Yunlan's many wonderful jackets, that is hands-down the one I'd most like to own. I love it.
I was added to someone I don't know's Twitter list titled "amusements" and I haven't felt so validated in a long time.
Someone I do know mentioned the hell of laundromats recently and I realized something kinda disappointing. During ~all this~ that's been going on lately I'd been playing seriously with the idea of living in a big city for the first time in my life. I want to feel surrounded by humanity and bustle, even if I'm not always participating in it. But there's no way I can afford an apartment with washer/dryer hookups in a big city (if one was even findable) and that's all it took to wipe that dream out of my possible futures. I barely have the energy to carry my laundry the 20ft from my dryer to the bedroom. There's no way I'm ever going to have the ability to haul stuff to and from a laundromat.
I don't have the sensory issues that others do, and I actually have quite fond memories of laundromats. One of my earliest memories is of the weekly trips to the laundromat where my mom would buy us a pack of peanut M&Ms and a red creme soda from the vending machine. She'd put me on her lap and read (usually the Oz books or one from the Little House on the Prairie series), running her finger below the words and that's how I learned to read at a 3rd-grade level before I started school. But other than the occasional trip to run my duvet through the mega-size washer, they're not an option for me.
Sigh.
This week's dump on cm.net.