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Cake day: July 5th, 2023

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  • Back when my brother still lived with my mom, he, a full-grown adult, had a set of four square whiskey stones made of metal that he kept in the back of the freezer that he would add to a glass of whiskey every now and then. One night my mom texts me a picture of the whiskey stones while he’s not in the house with “I FOUND THESE IN THE FREEZER!” “ARE THESE DRUGS???” “WHAT IS THIS??” Like holy fuck, are you serious? Yeah, sure, they’re drugs, Mom. Cubed metal is all the rage on the streets these days. You just swallow them whole and get high as fuck.



  • I got a personal trainer at a small local gym to do strength training. I meet with them twice a week and then go by myself a third day during the week; all three days I go before work. Pros are that I’m much stronger than I was 2 years ago, cons are that it does cost money and I do have to get up earlier to be there, but it’s pretty easy to get up early when you paid someone for their time to meet you there.





  • Dusting around the house. I don’t mind doing any other house-related chore except that. I feel like I can never TRULY get the dust off of everything/out of every little nook and cranny.

    But I also hate cutting my toenails, so I get you there. I find feet disgusting, even my own (and yes, they are clean and I take care of them). I won’t even touch my partner’s feet or let them touch mine. Feet are just weird looking and give me the ick.







  • I have it, but it’s not my real name. I removed all the photos from my profile about 10 years ago. I don’t have the app on my phone, so I only check it when I’m on my PC. I don’t post to it, rarely comment on other people’s posts, and only occasionally “like” or “love” the comments.

    The only reason I keep the account is because if I deleted it, I would lose track of everyone I’ve ever known in my life since high-school onwards (I’m 45, to put that in perspective) that I don’t really communicate with at all anymore, but I still like seeing what they’re up to in life. I don’t know how else/where else I’d be able to do that.


  • We got Carpenter ants around the front entrance to the house one year, had to call an exterminator to spray the nest, which was outside under the front porch. Those little fuckers stuck around for weeks afterwards, which is apparently how long the poison takes to eradicate them all.

    We pretty much always have mice in the attic, despite the exterminator calls and the snap-traps we set. Occasionally we catch one in the garage. They never manage to infiltrate the rest of the house because we have 5 cats and each one lives for the moment a mouse is spotted so that they can catch it and play with its barely-breathing corpse before they try to eat it. We don’t use rodent poison for that reason, just in case the cats get one.