Drill down

It’s this one. I bought it on Amazon for the same price, $29.99: IMUSA Espresso Machine

I bought a cheap espresso maker off Amazon. It’s so cheap that nothing can be adjusted, not the pressure, the drip, the heat, nothing. Every single shot I pull from that thing tastes like burnt ass. I even invested in some nice expensive espresso beans, and no luck. The cheap machine is in fact a piece of crap. I should have known better.

Passing out in public. I’ve done it 3 times, none of them because I was drunk, and let me tell you, that embarrassment lasts a lifetime. It hasn’t happened in like 25 years, but if I feel even slightly off, I’ll excuse myself and go find a quiet corner, because I would rather die there alone than be remembered as that person who fainted in public.

I never played Oblivion, only Skyrim, which I loved. Is it worth buying the remastered edition, or is it gonna be so similar to Skyrim that it’s not worth the money?

As a woman, I’ll stay right here, thanks.

Well, TIL

I’m grateful that they finally paved the shitty road that I frequently take! It was so full of potholes and filled potholes that then broke open and made bigger potholes. I’ve seen better-paved roads in 3rd-world countries. Now it is glorious!

She’s right. Cooked raisins are an abomination. You’re a hero.

Maruchan chicken flavor Ramen (it’s carby and full of sodium, I’m sorry).

Volunteer at various non-profits. I am (sadly) one of those people that “need” to work in some capacity in order to fill fulfilled. I also need structure, which I’m not very good at building for myself. I need to be held accountable (such as being expected to show up to work at a certain time), and work has always helped me do that.

I’m about to leave my current job with no back-up plan, and while my savings and partner will provide for me for the rest of the year, I’m kinda dreading not having structure. I’ll probably volunteer somewhere.

This is interesting to me because in the moment after accomplishing something, I feel great about it. It’s only after time has passed that I look back at that accomplishment and my collective accomplishments throughout life and think to myself “omg, I haven’t done anything, I’m such a loser”, when I have in fact done plenty of things. I have no idea where that thought process comes from. I am not afraid to succeed; I have had to work hard for some, but not all, of my accomplishments. Maybe it’s a “comparing myself to others” thing?

Following, because I’m gonna be unemployed soon and am also in my 40s and trying to figure out a new path to work from home. There’s several YouTube channels dedicated to talking about work from home jobs (not all tech-related), but I don’t know how reliable/truthful they are. Lots of customer service roles (not my cup to tea, personally).

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.

Hell yes, I already several songs from the show on my regular playlists.

John Oliver

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.

Calling yourself “Alpha”. If you have to say it out loud, you are definitely not the Alpha.

For real. Every time my partner and I go on a walk and some jackass roars by I sarcastically yell “Oh my God, I’m so wet now!”