Dear Gus & Magnus,
Mom and I worked out this morning together, then got cleaned up and went to brunch. Afterward, we went shopping to get me some much-needed updates to my wardrobe. Mom dropped me off at the Rogers Convention Center so I could start the judging process at Soup Sunday. It was nice to see Beverly & Gary, Missy & Bill, and Sydney & her boyfriend. As soon as the event ended, we hit the road for home. Mom will pick you two up at Nene's in the morning.
Dad.
Bentonville, Arkansas. 2.18.2024 - 12.00pm.
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Almond Sweet Roll, Fruit w/Granola, Hive Benedict, Smoked Salmon Bagel (shared all). The Hive (21c Hotel). Bentonville, Arkansas. 2.18.2024.
NOTE TO SELF: The fruit & granola wasn't worth it -- but we didn't order it anyway -- but everything else was superb. If I have to choose a winner on the entrees, I'll give it to the benedict, but that's a dogfight.
Currently ranked 4th of 15 February meals.
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I've decided it's to hot to write fanfiction at the moment.
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she in med school i wanna date a nurse ✂️✂️✂️✂️
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#tbt to roaming in downtown Cincinnati: - Goofin' at Fountain Square⛲️ - Wondering around the unreal art deco Bar at Palm Court and checking out the original Tom Bacher paintings of the old Riverfront Stadium. 🏟 - Wondering through @21ccincinnati and finding this wild Jody Paulsen piece on our way to eat a scotch egg. 🧌 - Showing Seiko the parts of the American dream that include Twinkies and Easy Cheese in a can 🧀 #thisisamerica #america #cincinnati #ohio #fountainsquare #palmcourt #artdeco #tombacher #art #riverfrontstadium #21c #jodypaulsen #twinkies #easycheese #cheese #アメリカ #シンシンナティ #パルムコート #アート #オハイオ #トゥインキーズ #チーズ #缶チーズ #やばい #ファウンテンスクエア #噴水 (at Fountain Square) https://www.instagram.com/p/CjkoBbBpW3Y/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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Coffee
Matthew Dickman
The only precious thing I own, this little espresso
cup. And in it a dark roast all the way
from Honduras, Guatemala, Ethiopia
where coffee was born in the 9th century
getting goat herders high, spinning like dervishes, the white blooms
cresting out of the evergreen plant, Ethiopia
where I almost lived for a moment but
then the rebels surrounded the Capital
so I stayed home. I stayed home and drank
coffee and listened to the radio
and heard how they were getting along. I would walk
down Everett Street, near the hospital
where my older brother was bound
to his white bed like a human mast, where he was
getting his mind right and learning
not to hurt himself. I would walk by and be afraid and smell
the beans being roasted inside the garage
of an old warehouse. It smelled like burnt
toast! It was everywhere in the trees. I couldn't bear to see him.
I sometimes never knew him. Sometimes
he would call. He wanted us
to sit across from each other, some coffee between us,
sober. Coffee can taste like grapefruit
or caramel, like tobacco, strawberry,
cinnamon, the oils being pushed
out of the grounds and floating to the top of a French Press,
the expensive kind I get
in the mail, the mailman with a pound of Sumatra
under his arm, ringing my doorbell,
waking me up from a night when all I had was tea
and watched a movie about the Queen of England when Spain was hot
for all her castles and all their ships, carved out
of fine Spanish trees, went up in flames
while back home Spaniards were growing potatoes
and coffee was making its careful way
along a giant whip
from Africa to Europe
where cafes would become famous
and people would eventually sit with their cappuccinos, the baristas
talking about the new war, a cup of sugar
on the table, a curled piece of lemon rind. A beret
on someone's head, a scarf
around their neck. A bomb in a suitcase
left beneath a small table. Right now
I'm sitting near a hospital where psychotropics are being
carried down the hall in a pink cup,
where someone is lying there and he doesn't know who
he is. I'm listening
to the couple next to me
talk about their cars. I have no idea
how I got here. The world stops at the window
while I take my little spoon and slowly swirl the cream around the lip
of the cup. Once, I had a brother
who used to sit and drink his coffee black, smoke
his cigarettes and be quiet for a moment
before his brain turned its Armadas against him, wanting to burn down
his cities and villages, before grief
became his capital with its one loyal flag and his face,
perhaps only his beautiful left eye, shimmed on the surface of his Americano
like a dark star.
©2008
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apparently the WARMEST it got yesterday in my town was -14 degrees C (7 degrees F) please jesus
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does someone have a more petty pet peeve than me when i get unreasonably annoyed when watching a lets play of a game that has a made up currency name like golds or rupees or simoleons and the narrator constantly refers to it as DOLLARS
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tagged by @lee-minhoe @taedongz @xiaodejunz @jikyu @honeydewtual & @taengoo (I love you all 🥰💜) to post my lockscreen, homescreen, last song I listened to and first post on pinterest
tagging @sunminshine +anyone else who see this and wants to do it! I'm not tagging more bc I feel like everyone's done this 😅
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Well that was fun while it lasted. The week on steroid tablets meant not trying to cough a lung up several times a day.
It’s was a short course. It finished. Apparently my lungs would like to go chase after.
Guess I’ll have to call the doctors in the morning and see if they’ll let me have the low dose steroid inhaler like last winter.
Couldn’t they just schedule me getting one the each winter? Wouldn’t it be easier all round?
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