When I’m visiting family, I’ll sometimes cook a huge breakfast.
Bacon, scrambled eggs, french toast (with cinnamon), etc
Chili and corn bread. My chili uses beans, but I’m not from Texas, so it’s fine. I use two kinds of beans (pinto, and dark red kidney) and two kinds of meat (ground beef, and hot Italian sausage).
If I wanted to make Texas chili, I wouldn’t use ground meat, I’d use stew beef, and I’d have peppers (Bell and jalapeño) and I’d omit the masa. I could make decent Texas chili, but my regular chili is awesome if you don’t hate beans.
Sitting still just feels empty.
can i ask which publication you read? i found many diff versions and am unsure which
This audiobook/radioplay of Ulysses is one of the greatest feats of literature, it is beautiful and freely available.
https://archive.org/details/Ulysses-Audiobook-Merged/
I don’t think you can go wrong with which print version you get personally, but I would recommend the Oxford edition.
https://global.oup.com/academic/product/ulysses-9780192855107?cc=us&lang=en
I’m bored. That’s it. I’m watching the 100 girlfriends anime.
Recently my laptop shit the bed, but luckily I’d set up daily backups with restic! .. It’s been a year and I dug up the archives exactly once, to find some clippings I took from a documentary on badgers. Yeah maybe you should back things up and all but you’ll probably be fine either way.. 😅
My laptop shat the bed not long ago. I just pried my old drive out of it and stuck it in an enclosure 😅
Thats the drive where I back stuff up now lol
Feel free to have a look at
!movies@piefed.social
!television@piefed.social
!animation@piefed.social
Just Sinners. And, uh, Heathers. Not that different, really.
Watching the first season of Poirot because it was added to Netflix
This is a story everyone has at a certain age. And i guess I’m just hitting the stage where my friends are starting to have kids, especially the women my age.
I’m someone who has definetely fallen in love once, and a maybe on one or two other occasions. Got nothing against relationships or dating, I do date occasionally, but it just doesnt feel worth the effort put into it.
The ONE time I was madly in ‘love’ was a crush on a girl I had in school. When i was like 13, lasted till well idk. Maybe even still, I genuinely don’t know how I feel. Wrote poems and stories about her, the only woman ive ever written for or about.
Never dated her, never told her how mad I was about her. Left the country when i was about 17. Talked maybe 3-4 times over the next 8-9 years. Although i still continued writing about her etc. Think ive posted poems and stories about her on Lemmy too. I can’t get her out of my head for years.
Today i just saw a post saying she recently had a child and got married with pics. For a moment I thought this is going to wreck me emotionally lol. And yet I don’t feel much. Its literally the only thought in my head and i need to talk about it to somebody soon before my head explodes (hence this post too lol).
Like I planned to give her a gift and ask her out before i was leaving the country but I never mustered the confidence. I have that locket to this day. And it means the world to me haha.
I’ll always have love for her. Even if she probably barely remembers anything about me but my name.
I genuinely dont know what I’m feeling but there is smth. Its not good, its not bad. Its like repressed anxiety or panic. Its just weird. I dont have any ex who I care about enough to keep tabs on, so dont know what they’re up to, but this one is smth.
You are very likely over her, but not over all the topics this touches
Incredibly well put.
Good sir, are you aware a world exists outside that bus?
Right??? My first wife was not on that bus. I had several relationships with bus mates during my school years, and only one was post-high school. But that bus was very formative during those years. Friends, enemies, unrequited love on both sides. The sheer human drama that unfurled!
That being said, every home I’ve had outside of a 5 year stint in Washington DC has been within a 6 mile radius. So I guess that says everything, doesn’t it?
God I wish I can get there soon. I hate my mind being occupied by this one thing.
Maybe be open to other relationships? Nothing gets you truly over that sense of loss better than moving on with your own life. A part of you sounds like it has been trapped in that past, in that imagined possibility. And now you’re lamenting the death of possibility. I’ve been there. More than once. But life goes on regardless. Maybe being free of that possibility lets you be open to another. Good luck!
It’s 8:24 PM and I’m already sleepy like always… You?
I’m good trained and saw my friend which was nice now watching twitch and scrolling
Had a real good week. I’m grateful
When I was a kid and teenager there were a couple of people who somehow managed to get broken or sprained bones over and over and over again. Some of them really seemed to like the attention associated with it and would make sure they got into school even when they could’ve taken loads of days off
People even do this into adult life! What are they doing that leads to so many injuries??
I’m glad my “character design” is just that scar, though. My prescription glasses were scratched when this happened — without them I’d need to change my class from rogue to pirate! (I also got a small scar just above the lip, from the same event. But it’s usually hidden by the beard.)
I had bad acne scarring that really confused me because it actually looked like someone had taken a blade to my face a long time ago, and i was a bit miffed that i didn’t have a good story behind it 😮💨
Gotta agree with [deleted], it’s all about making some story up. Let’s say you fought a jaguar in the wild! (Or a cat if you want something more believable.)
Idk about that but my mom constantly talks about her going through two C-Sections (for my older brother, then me)… And like she literally showed me where they cut her open… as if it’s a battle scar…
like wtf mom… you told this story like 50 times… I just wanna chill and relax in my room okay… pls stop 😭
Please, by all means, go off. I love hearing people be in love
She is just as cute as a button. I love hearing her laugh… or sneeze! It’s so cute like a baby kitten would sneeze. She’s also so incredibly compassionate that it’s almost distressing. And of course, she’s an amazing cook. All in all, I’m a lucky dude, and I know it.
I don’t have nearly enough or strong enough words to say how much she means to me. But she’s just so incredible. She’s so strong and so kind and compassionate. Her laugh gives me butterflies and I absolutely adore how much she loves to cuddle or just hold my hand.
Gah! I’m so lucky <3
I find myself wanting to stare out of the window for at least 2 mintues straight, committing the whole view to my memory, for many spaces I’m in. The higher up off the ground it is, or the further you can see, the better it is.
If I don’t get my 2-5 minutes of window time the window will distract me every time I’m in that room. I’ll steal glances, convinced that something changed without me noticing.
We used to be in an 11th floor office on the water and the view out of those windows was like eating a piece of cake, it was so beautiful. And once at the job before that, the shipping manager came to laugh at me & my coworker, grown-ass women, because we were watching a construction crane out the window at work, we were both fascinated with it. Because it was fascinating!
I’ve always been really into clouds, so I get distracted fairly often.
But I think it’s really awesome to just look outside. I feel like people aren’t as keen to just absorb the world around them or to be curious about all that’s around us.
I stopped my partner on a walk recently to listen to the bees in the freshly blooming tree we were under. She said she never would have noticed.
I’ve gotten that same answer from others when I’ve said that I love walking through neighborhoods and smelling when someone is doing laundry. It just smells really good and it makes me feel good.
im fat and HUNGRY AGAIN!!!!
I’m right there with you… I’ve been trying to quit nicotine and I have been absolutely ravenous basically 24⁄7 :(
That’s funny, my best friend growing up was from Taiwan and her dad kept trying to get her to eat more to get fat. “Eat more! Be fat like ike Pei Shin!” (her fat sister).
Is it so different in China or is it just that your mom would complain you were skinny, complain you are fat, complain you are short, complain you are tall?