parcheesi cheese party
Jan. 8th, 2022 01:45 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
brandywine28I got a surprise package from pensnest Tuesday night with the most beautiful purple shawl inside (Except "purple" doesn't really cut it, description-wise. It's, like, a violet-y, magenta-ish melange of shades and I'd totally share a photo of myself wearing it if I didn't look like a tired potato right now. SO pretty) and also octopus paraphernalia and, basically, I ascended straight up into the sky and I'm still there now and that's where I'm typing this from. (FYI, everyone walks around pantsless in heaven. Just t-shirts and flip flops. They don't tell you that in Sunday school.)
So, yeah, that was pretty great.
Sorry, Pen, I know I already thanked you privately, but -- fair warning -- this is what happens to anyone foolish enough to show me kindness. Public embarrassment! So much gushing you start to wonder if I'm somehow mocking you! (I'm not -- I just have no sense of proportion!)
And then I found myself in the thirties today, way further downtown than I generally go on a weekday, so I popped into the Herald Square Lush and splurged on this. (Because, as I have learned, if you're lucky enough to be Covid-affeared AND ostomy-adjacent, you're pretty much never not washing your hands. And they get dry. And scaly. And -- ew.) It was a bit pricey for a hand lotion, but I smell like an orange grove stacked on top of another orange grove right now, and lo, it is nice.
So -- little treats, little surprises, here, there and everywhere. Those are the kind that, in my experience, keep you going a lot of the time and it's been a good week for them 'round these parts.
I was so desperate to pet something furry I accosted some guy's poor golden retriever on the street today. Not my finest moment. And then the guy wanted to stand there and talk about the weather for 3-5 minutes while I'm like, sir, can you kindly shut up and avert your gaze while I cry all over your dog? Yet he persisted. Serves me right, I guess.
I've been thinking about my Superstore!sync WIP again! I blamesperrywink. And also all the Yuletide-y fics popping up in my inbox of late. It would've been really great to have had something to post the week of Christmas. Something bantery and fun. But, amazingly, I don't feel any guilt about not getting it done, if only because -- there was just no way. The whole year was a hideous black void. I couldn't have completed a fic with a gun held to my head. There were honestly days I felt like I was forgetting the English language altogether.
I'll finish it one of these days. My brain will remember how to word and my hands will remember how to do the clickety clack on old Mister Keyboard. And, listen: I'm fully aware that maybe six people are gonna read this thing. (Four of them out of politeness.) But -- is it bad that I don't care? I don't! I just want it to exist. TrickC dry humping in the frozen foods aisle MUST EXIST.
Eh. I guess this wasn't the most eventful life update. But can I tell you how good it felt to come here just because, without having something horrific to announce?
pensnest Tuesday night with the most beautiful purple shawl inside (Except "purple" doesn't really cut it, description-wise. It's, like, a violet-y, magenta-ish melange of shades and I'd totally share a photo of myself wearing it if I didn't look like a tired potato right now. SO pretty) and also octopus paraphernalia and, basically, I ascended straight up into the sky and I'm still there now and that's where I'm typing this from. (FYI, everyone walks around pantsless in heaven. Just t-shirts and flip flops. They don't tell you that in Sunday school.)So, yeah, that was pretty great.
Sorry, Pen, I know I already thanked you privately, but -- fair warning -- this is what happens to anyone foolish enough to show me kindness. Public embarrassment! So much gushing you start to wonder if I'm somehow mocking you! (I'm not -- I just have no sense of proportion!)
And then I found myself in the thirties today, way further downtown than I generally go on a weekday, so I popped into the Herald Square Lush and splurged on this. (Because, as I have learned, if you're lucky enough to be Covid-affeared AND ostomy-adjacent, you're pretty much never not washing your hands. And they get dry. And scaly. And -- ew.) It was a bit pricey for a hand lotion, but I smell like an orange grove stacked on top of another orange grove right now, and lo, it is nice.
So -- little treats, little surprises, here, there and everywhere. Those are the kind that, in my experience, keep you going a lot of the time and it's been a good week for them 'round these parts.
I was so desperate to pet something furry I accosted some guy's poor golden retriever on the street today. Not my finest moment. And then the guy wanted to stand there and talk about the weather for 3-5 minutes while I'm like, sir, can you kindly shut up and avert your gaze while I cry all over your dog? Yet he persisted. Serves me right, I guess.
I've been thinking about my Superstore!sync WIP again! I blame
sperrywink. And also all the Yuletide-y fics popping up in my inbox of late. It would've been really great to have had something to post the week of Christmas. Something bantery and fun. But, amazingly, I don't feel any guilt about not getting it done, if only because -- there was just no way. The whole year was a hideous black void. I couldn't have completed a fic with a gun held to my head. There were honestly days I felt like I was forgetting the English language altogether.I'll finish it one of these days. My brain will remember how to word and my hands will remember how to do the clickety clack on old Mister Keyboard. And, listen: I'm fully aware that maybe six people are gonna read this thing. (Four of them out of politeness.) But -- is it bad that I don't care? I don't! I just want it to exist. TrickC dry humping in the frozen foods aisle MUST EXIST.
Eh. I guess this wasn't the most eventful life update. But can I tell you how good it felt to come here just because, without having something horrific to announce?
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Date: 2022-01-08 04:22 pm (UTC)I hear you on not being able to engage with your writing, too. It sucks a lot. Not only can I not get out of my apartment, I can't even get out of my own head! THE WORST.
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Date: 2022-01-08 05:59 pm (UTC)And of course you should have splurged on some delicious smelling hand lotion. Also, I've now just spent time in the US Lush shop seeing what's the same and what's different to ours. I was very taken by the carrot bubble bar. I hope we get that design too.
I want to read your Superstore!Sync fic. It will be amazing!
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Date: 2022-01-08 08:24 pm (UTC)I like the sound of that Lush thing. I wonder if they have it here? I shall have to investigate—though my sister kindly supplied my Lush needs for the time being, at Christmas. I have Orange body scrub, which is good stuff.
I totally understand that you could not write. When you had the physical time, I doubt you had the energy, either physical or mental. I felt like that quite a lot of the time, when we were so busy with FIL. But I hope you find new impetus in the new year. TrickC dry humping in the frozen foods aisle MUST EXIST. Because, yes.