The horrors persist, but so do we.

Ah yes, the cuddle puddle’s distant cousin: the sleep heap.

Cestus! Put my money on the boy who walks into a swordfight straight throwin hands.

Dude’s pfp looks like a mugshot.

I managed four at the same time!

I picked dandelions. (with a weed whacker)

I dug holes. (by uprooting massive weeds)

I basked in the sun. (and got a low grade burn while picking dandelions and digging holes)

And I sang love songs. (it was actually Love Song by Korn, but I did sing it while picking dandelions, digging holes, and basking in the sun)

My teacher weaponized his discount. In the grade school I was at you stayed with the same teacher for 1-6 grade, and my teacher kept a classroom library. And every year when the book fair came around, every kid that kept their grades at the B line or higher got to bring him one book that he would buy and add to the collection.

My class ended up makin that man put up two new bookshelves over those six years.

My program offered free weekend rentals from the local video store. Then fuckin blockbuster gobbled up all the locals and said “no, fuck that shit”. Luckily I was aged out by then.