remember when u used to go over to ur friends house and youd go down to the ‘computer room’ to the dads old shitty desktop computer and sit on the giant black leather computer chair and ur friend would show u charlie the unicorn and epic rap battles of history type stuff on youtube while thier younger siblings bugged you for a turn to use the computer
concept: a TV show runs for a decent number of years. More than four. The characterizations stay consistent. The writers don’t do anything wildly inappropriate like excuse rape or abuse. No one you’ve invested hours upon hours of your life into has their story reduced to a “shocking” death scene that has no meaning beyond that shock value. The quality of the storylines don’t take a sudden, strange spiral downward. When it ends, you leave it feeling bittersweet. Sad that it’s over, but glad you got to experience it and take a journey with some people who you came to care about.
One day when I was fifteen I said “ma you know what’d be funny, Shrek checks.” And she remembered. She held onto that thought for five years. I opened a checking account a month ago and my mom asked me if she could order my checks so I said sure. This is what I got. Every check has a different character on it, some have donkey, some have Fiona. I’m not even mad that no one’s gonna take me seriously and my adult life is ruined. I’m just straight up impressed that my mom held onto that memory for five years and pulled this off.
i feel so !!!! disconnected !!!! from my friends, family, art and self. how do i ground myself and feel like im me again. i feel like a piece of dust floating around
