It's a bit more What We Do In The Shadows than intended. Lots of bone jokes and bullying the big bad evil witch, I'd replace the w with a b there for more b words if not for ban bot.
Aside from washing my new comforter this is all I've accomplished today. I guess I also washed a knife so I could cut up an apple, but I choose not to count that single dish. It has also come to my attention just now that I've not eaten anything else but said apple today.
I'm pretty sure I can sustain my wretched form with tea and apples for atleast another day or so. I also peeled an orange with my bare hands and thumb nails earlier but it tasted like rot so I tossed it.
My cousins still staying with us. I hate him. He obnoxiously clears his throat every five minutes to fill silence and constantly tries to start conversations with me. Because apparently my vow of silence and death glares are too subtle. He reeks, because he showers once a week and doesn't use soap. Also because he smokes out in the shed atleast once an hour.
His dad set him up with a nice job but he ditched it to keep partying with his friends every weekend, sometimes leaving for weeks then coming back to stink up the place for a few days.
I'm sure you're painting a picture of him as a smelly hippy but I'm sorry to say a lot of you would probably enjoy talking to him about how the common cold isn't a big deal. The prison tats might make you uncomfortable though. Outside of my mother and brother, everyone else in our family are just the absolute worst.
Been thinking about how nothing in my bedroom is really mine.
The pictures were all my brothers just put up to fill empty space, aside from a framed Boondock Saints poster my mother found in a dumpster. She's one of those people who latches onto Irish stuff even though we're American, like my cousin! Heritage wise I'm mostly Scottish though. And she's mostly Roma. None of this makes sense. Fun movie I guess?
The little statues I have around a candle belonged to my dad and I only took them because my uncle and mother kept telling me to take something.
The majority of books I have are Stephen King novels my grandmother gave to me, because she's obsessed with him and thinks everyone else should be too. I've read them all and couldn't tell you a thing about any of them aside from the Dark Tower series, which becomes a blur after book two or three.
Most of my nerd stuff is in the top two drawers of my dresser. Said dresser is also something cheap my mother found at a thrift shop or something. The drawers are sinking in and the material is peeling. But it's black so.
My bed was a gift from one of my mothers home healthcare clients, and then they died like a month later. It was in their guest room that was never used, but still.
It's the thought that counts and all, but anyone walking in here won't really learn anything about me other than I hate the sun and like things in black. They might see my Xbox and assume rudely that I play video games when that things mostly for music.
D&D Magic School was canceled due to the DM having some family issues. There's talk of another player trying his hand at running a campaign. I had the idea to play a Pet Sematary Reborn zombie girl what kills people and eats their guts. Debating between Rogue and Barbarian, kinda burnt out on casters.
Opal snores very loudly.
As does my mother and her dog.
My brother used to but he's in Washington for school now. Might take over his room and try to make something my own out of it.
Pretty sure my cousin is still awake out in the living room. I'm going to risk going out to take a piss.
Returned from piss, he ambushed me to show me a tik tok video of some girl smoking a cigar in a graveyard trash talking dead people for being dead to make herself feel better.
I shall take this as an insult.
I considerd getting something to eat but got the impression he'd follow me so I smiled and gave a thumbs up before retreating back to not-my room. I don't think I've spoken in a few days.
It is 3:15 AM.
At this point I'm just spewing words out to avoid sleeping.
Oh, my closet ceiling was patched up a bit for anyone that cared. Stripped the rot and mold, insulation placed, wires were messed with, lost power in several outlets because who ever built this trailer was somehow not redneck enough, and then put body bag plastic over everything.
It's still cold back here according to everyone and I'm starting to suspect it's just coming from me.
I considered making a shitpost review of the new episode of Boba by editing the lyrics of Ice Ice Baby but that'd be more effort than the writers put into the story and I can't be bothered.
I have a bit of money and I'm debating between a laptop or new clothes. Most of the stuff I own are hand-me-downs from family. I think all my pants are men's because my legs too long and I'm wearing a shirt with the X-Men logo from that 80s cartoon, which is fine.
I liked that show and Rogue is my favorite comic book character. Bam, segway. Rogue beats up Captain Marvel, do it Disney you won't.
I was a 90s kid but it kinda seems like most of the saturday morning cartoons were reruns from the 80s. Batman, X-Men, Spiderman, the turtles. Was Animaniacs 80s? Freakazoid? I'm ancient?
It's 3:30 now, I should try to sleep. I've a long day of not existing tomorrow. Davy I'll keep it worm for you. I'm not fixing that. 🪱 why is there a worm emoji.
Okay thank you for coming to my DedTalk, ima get back to it.
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