frank skinner and his filthy mouth being on point. mortal fears articulated (very graphically).
i was going to type (like a monkey) about the book i’ve been reading, half empty by david rakoff, whilst recovering from a minor injury that i’m fully milking in order to remain in a state of uhgh for as long as possible.
but instead i found this youtube (which beginning from the 7 minute mark) has rakoff himself reading his work and then talking about it. which is better, i think. because i was probably going to write about how this book is only aiding and abetting me in my recently concentrated cynical/anxious/dark outlook of ughg.
it wouldn’t have been pretty. but rakoff, canadian and witty human, always makes me feel better about being that kind of person. because i like him and people like him, that means i’ll be ok, right?
can’t possibly go to volleyball today on account of still injured thumb. but i can’t tell my team that, because i don’t feel like i’m good enough player that i can play the injury card. jeez, i’m like a teenager. so concerned all the time.
i’ve been playing volleyball (or v-ball to those in the know and other douchebags) for a little over two years now. different teams, usually strangers. we almost always lose to the extent that i feel so weird when we win, it ruins the day for me.
match days are weird anyway. maybe it’s because i play with stranger, but i’m so tightly wound the entire day with nervousness and anxiety. i flip-flop a million times about making excuses to not go. then i do that mental slap. i signed up for this willingly, what’s wrong with me?
not that i don’t enjoy playing. i’m a very competitive person (ask around, i turn tic tac toe into a death match). i clearly love it. but i dread going. every game. idk.
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Oh dear. Context.
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leaguerulesfrownupon asked: I was a beekeeper in college to train them for animal learning projects. We had a platform with sugar water they would land on. One day I went out there to catch a bee and there was a wasp that was going around and biting the heads off the bees.
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Welcome to Life
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Warm Breakfast after a tumultuous day+night. Idly Sambar
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8 minutes is a lot to ask, I know. But worth it.
