#oh dear what if walmart lost out on $5
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Both Alike in Dignity by satbiym
Summary
Breaking News!
This just in, according to the Lotus Pier Police Department, Walmart has now banned local man for driving an electric cart while drinking wine from a Pringles Can at 9AM.
Walmart Employee, Wei Wuxian, who first reported the drunk man, when asked for about this ban said, “Nah man, we’ve all been there, you know? Let he who hasn’t had the exact same urge cast the first stone!”
The man in question could not be reached for any comments.
We’ll keep you updated as the story progresses.
Next up! Is your cat plotting to kill you? Find out, after the break.
Listen.
Listen.
Lan Wangji hadn’t thought his recent (unwilling) transfer to Lotus Pier, brother’s engagement (to a complete and utter asshole) and his (first ever) heartbreak would impact him much.
But if the police officer in front of him was to be believed, he might have to reconsider some of his earlier considerations.
Like where he got his groceries and sandalwood moisturizer, because it appeared that the logistics of shopping at Walmart were now… legally complicated.
When the Walmart Employee who started it all starts challenging him at every turn, Wangji’s life is turned upside down yet again. Thus begins a journey of saving bunnies, breaking engagements and starting a cult.
… and somewhere along the way, maybe falling in love.
AKA: The not-so-tragic Romeo-and-Juliet love story that shook the foundations of Lotus Pier, now with 1000% more Walmart representation!
ACT 1 Prologue
O, here
Will I set up my everlasting rest,
And shake the yoke of inauspicious stars
From this world-wearied flesh. Eyes, look your last!
Arms, take your last embrace! and, lips, O you
The doors of breath, seal with a righteous kiss
A dateless bargain to engrossing death!
X
Lan Wangji woke up to the sound of clucking, the smell of hay and the taste of what appeared to be all the grime of the world; his mouth was - Lan Wangji was certain - now housing the occupants of Pandora’s box, presumably to accelerate Lan Wangji’s descent into the abyss from sheer, unfiltered anguish.
And no. Lan Wangji was not being a - as his dear brother would claim - drama llama, and the fact that you thought so makes you complicit in the heinous system of victim blaming. Stew in that.
However, putting aside your blatant enthusiasm for contributing to a systemic socio-economic issue, the point was, Lan Wangji had woken up disoriented, not quite ready to do so and all the more resentful for it.
By the smells and sounds assaulting his senses, he could deduce that he was not the sole occupant of the space he had somehow found himself in.
Lan Wangji forced his eyes open with a repressed hiss at the bright light that caused him to almost empty his stomach right then and there, and looked around.
Oh.
He was in a barn.
He had never been in a barn before. Lan Wangji looked around with curiosity, only to lock gazes with someone whose very glare seemed to scream: Colonizer! Begone!
It might have been his equal parts fascination and disdain for British history, but it did seem like his co-occupants weren’t very pleased about his presence in their midst.
The rooster cocked his head and, with a considerable amount of self-importance and flair for the dramatics, as if the audience had only validated his illusions of self-grandior, crowed.
Loudly.
Lan Wangji flinched back, unable to bear a sound he had only ever read about and heard in movies or ironic ringtones born from phones of people he never spoke to again, especially as his head felt like it was splitting itself apart.
Clutching his pounding head with his hands, Lan Wangji offhandedly wondered if this was how Zeus had felt right before Athena had been born out of his split skull.
The rooster continued its morning call, caring naught for Lan Wangji’s lifelong practice of vegetarianism or his regular recycling habits. The world truly was not kind to those who tried, Lan Wangji despaired.
His clothes were dirty and disheveled, hair unsightly and a rooster was loudly proclaiming that Lan Wangji was not welcome in his territory. He couldn’t remember how he had ended up in this situation. The last thing he could recall was loud laughter, turning instinctively (as if he could do anything other than heed the siren call of that laugh) and watching as We-
No.
Lan Wangji got up.
Answers could wait. He needed to first get out of here and maybe get some food. For some reason, despite it being early morning he was ravenous.
Only, before Lan Wangji could proceed with his plan, the barn door abruptly opened, hinges creaking and even silencing the self-aggrandizing rooster.
Lan Wangji looked at the newcomer with trepidation, making sure his face remained as stoic as the muscles would allow.
A woman stood with sharp light behind her, making her seem all the more ominous. Upon seeing Lan Wangji, she stopped, doorknobs still held in her hands.
They surveyed each other for a second, but before the twisting in Lan Wangji’s stomach could get too much, the woman broke out in a wide grin, open and unerringly friendly.
“Doctor! What’s a fella like you doing in a place like this?” She boomed, voice echoing off of the rafters of the barn.
Lan Wangji blinked. He had never before understood how someone could relate their complex and intricate human experiences to pithy existential questions that were carelessly tossed en masse. But, it seemed like today was a day for revelations.
Lan Wangji bowed slightly and intoned, “Apologies for trespassing, Ma’am.”
The woman’s eyes widened and her face seemed to somehow become fevered, as if she was coming down with the flu. She fluttered her hands, almost dancing in her place, and giggled, “Oh, don’t worry about it, Doctor! It must be the lack of apples in my diet!”
What.
Lan Wangji decided this conversation wasn’t worth the emotional toll as of this moment and with another bow took his leave. He very firmly did not run, he simply… power walked. It was better for the cardiovascular system.
But as he reached the door his stomach made itself heard. Lan Wangji paused, he wasn’t familiar enough with this area to be able to locate a restaurant quickly enough. He turned back, the woman was turned towards him presumably watching him leave to ensure he never darkened her doorstep again with his trespassing.
“Excuse me, Ma’am, where is the nearest restaurant that serves breakfast at this time?” He asked.
The woman laughed and said, “Doctor, I think even you’d find it difficult to find a diner serving breakfast at 2 in the afternoon.”
Lan Wangji’s eyes widened against his permission. He had never woken up past 5 AM since the day his Uncle had taken him in. But then, why…
“Your rooster. He was…” Lan Wangji trailed off, unsure how to describe the unholy shrieks of anarchy the beast had been emitting to his definitely demonic overlords.
The woman slapped her knee as she shook with laughter, “Oh, that’s just Henry for ya! He is up and cock-a-doodle-dooing at all hours of the afternoon. My husband likes to tell me it’s because he’s working on a different timezone. ‘We, Bertha,’ he says, ‘have gotten ourselves a foreign rooster!’” The woman continued, voice much softer and fonder than before.
Look, Lan Wangji was a certified veterinarian.
Lan Wangji even had a PhD!
But no amount of wet lab or theoretical knowledge of “roosters can crow at any time of the day” could prevent the inherent wrongness of the realization that the movies had lied to him.
“But if it’s lunch ya want, then there is Mellie’s diner right down the road, next to the Walmart.” She continued, positively brimming with good-natured joviality but that didn’t stop Lan Wangji’s traitorous heart from lurching at the end of her sentence.
Lan Wangji nodded, ignoring his inner turmoil and after sending one last look at the anachronistic hell bird, walked to the direction the woman had indicated towards, recent memory still evading his grasp.
Maybe it was the headache still pounding away or his avoiding thinking about recent revelations by trying to recover his lost memories, but so engrossed in his own mind was he that it was almost a surprise when he reached the diner cheerfully proclaiming itself as being Mellie’s.
Straightening his clothes and wishing he had had the chance to wash up, Lan Wangji walked in, the bell at the door chiming sweetly, announcing his presence to all the other patrons.
The diner was full, Lan Wangji noted. Not that you would know it by ear, seeing as they all fell silent and turned to look at him like he was a particularly interesting alien species.
Lan Wangji waited until a man wearing a garishly cheerful uniform walked up to him nervously.
“Table for one.” Lan Wangji said, voice level and seemingly oblivious to the way the many eyes had not moved past him.
The server nodded and with a look of confusion but as if directed by an external puppeteer as he played a role he hadn’t realized he had auditioned for, walked Lan Wangji to the nearest empty table, which was, to Lan Wangji’s consternment, right next to a raised television playing the local news.
As Lan Wangji moved, the eyes of the diner’s patrons followed.
But at this point, Lan Wangji was used to it. The stares, the open differential awe you’d give to a limited edition figurine, prized but untouchable. Alien and inalienable.
It seemed as if moving to a new town hadn’t been the answer to this particular quirk of circumstance.
The server cleared his throat, a sound that reverberated in the silence of the diner, sounding like a caricature of the act. Lan Wangji looked at him, askance.
“May I take your order, Doctor?” The server asked, seemingly flushed for some reason.
The server, Lan Wangji offhandedly noted, had gray eyes. Eyes which were somehow too reminiscent of another pair of eyes and at the same time, not gray enough to be an apropos comparison.
A pair of eyes that danced into being more silver than gray on any given day and answered more questions than Lan Wangji had been prepared to have had answered when he had moved to this town.
“Salad.” Lan Wangji intoned.
The man bobbed his head and clutching the unopened menu in his hands, walked away. Lan Wangji resumed staring ahead at nothingness and contemplated the recent disorder that had been wrought on his life: abrupt, unwelcome and without even the good grace of having sent a courtesy invitation.
Dear So-and-So,
You have been cordially invited to witness the anarchy that has befallen what many experts could identify as the remains of a perfectly fine life that didn’t deserve to have experienced the full spectrum of human emotion when it was perfectly fine without it, thank you very much.
The noise returned gradually.
Lan Wangji tuned back in just as the news anchor changed to a woman he had heard at the grocery store last week as she shouted about deadlines and leads into her phone while carefully cradling a carton of eggs.
Maybe it was that familiarity bred sustained patience for the a person’s presence, but Lan Wangji found himself turning his attention to the television as she spoke, almost jumping with preppy excitement. The excitement made sense a moment later as the television flashed with red signs alerting the other patrons of an incoming breaking news story.
She cleared her throat and clutching her ear-piece, said with alacrity, “This just in! According to the Lotus Pier Police Department, Walmart has now banned local man for driving an electric cart while drinking wine from a Pringles Can at 9AM.”
Lan Wangji blinked, Who in the world-
A video of a long-haired man grinning cheerfully flashed onto the screen and Lan Wangji’s thoughts halted to a stop.
Surely-
She continued, her voice loud and clear in the silent diner as all awaited the rest of the story, “Walmart Employee, Wei Wuxian, who first reported the drunk man, when asked for about this ban said and I quote, ‘Nah man, we’ve all been there, you know? Let he who hasn’t had the exact same urge cast the first stone!’”
The diner’s patron’s hooted and some laughed as someone yelled, “Yeah! You tell ‘em, Wei Wuxian!”
The news anchor continued, “The man in question could not be reached for any comments. We’ll keep you updated as the story progresses. Next up! Is your cat plotting to kill you? Find out, after the break.”
A cheerful anthem broke the segment, signalling a break and an advertisement of the local Walmart and its services filled the screen.
The patrons were still laughing and loudly discussing the news.
“That Wei Wuxian, he will never change!”
“Why should he? He is just perfect!”
“Oh, please. He is so out of your league. You know he is going to be the one to inherit Walmart after Madam Yu steps down as President of the franchise, right? Stop dreaming.”
Lan Wangji clenched his fist, hidden by the table.
“Forget his hopeless delusions! what about that story, right?! Who in the world could do something like that?!”
Lan Wangji turned back to his staring at nothingness, eavesdropping was prohibited, even if they were making it really hard to not eavesdrop with their loud voices and inclusion of the whole diner into their conversation.
The diner bell chimed.
Lan Wangji paid it no mind, at least until he sensed a presence coming towards him. He looked up. It was a uniformed police officer. The officer stopped before his table and waited until he had Lan Wangji’s attention before speaking “Are you Doctor Lan Wangji?”
Lan Wangji, with a foreboding feeling in his gut, inclined his head. The other diner patrons, at this point, weren’t even pretending not to be listening in. Clearly, they hadn’t been brought up by Lan Qiren.
The police officer nodded, pulling out an envelope which he handed to Lan Wangji.
“I am here to inform you that you have hereby been banned from Walmart for the foreseeable future in light of the incident that took place this morning.”
Lan Wangji blinked, a sort of rushing sound echoing in his ears. He didn’t understand.
“I am afraid I do not know what you are referring to, Officer.” Lan Wangji said, outwardly calm despite a dawning in his chest, like he had almost grabbed hold of an late-blooming epiphany but it was still dancing out of his reach.
The officer looked back flatly and said, “I am referring to your operating an electric cart while intoxicated at walmart at nine o’clock this morning.”
Lan Wangji stilled.
The epiphany had stopped dancing out of his reach, simply vanishing into a whiff of smoke and regrets.
And it appeared that so had he.
… Or so he wished.
“I am afraid you have the wrong person, Officer,” Lan Wangji said succinctly, not believing even his own words because somehow that - considering how disobedient, contradictory and unruly his life had been behaving - sounded… about right.
The Officer raised an unimpressed eyebrow and pulled out a credit-card sized object, handing it to Lan Wangji.
It was a... picture.
In it was a laughing Wei Ying, hands tied together with a white ribbon throwing up peace signs regardless, flushed and all the more beautiful for it.
It was a lovely picture and Lan Wangji wanted copies, but how was this proof of his alleged crime? If this was some kind of joke-
The officer, probably impatient with Lan Wangji’s lack of enlightenment, pointed behind Wei Ying, at…
Oh.
Yeah, alright. That was him riding an electric cart while drinking from a pringles can.
Lan Wangji nodded, pocketing the photograph, focused on making sure the internal screaming remained internal, “Noted. Anything else?”
The officer raised his other eyebrow and said grimly, “Not at this moment, no, Doctor.”
Lan Wangji inclined his head and turned back to stare at the spot he had been staring at before, dismissing the officer and uncaring as he walked away.
Everyone pretended they weren’t staring at Lan Wangji, though somehow he felt their presence more keenly than before when they hadn’t even been trying to conceal their stares, as the server walked up to him.
“Um, D-Doctor? Your meal.” The server stumbled out, hands quickly depositing the plate on the table before swiftly walking away before Lan Wangji even had a chance to look at the food.
Lan Wangji looked at his plate.
It was not a salad.
X
A glooming peace this morning with it brings;
The sun, for sorrow, will not show his head:
Go hence, to have more talk of these sad things;
Some shall be pardon'd, and some punished:
For never was a story of more woe
Than this of Juliet and her Romeo.
#mdzs#mo dao zu shi#wangxian#lan wangji#mdzs fic#wei wuxian#mypost#myfic#romeo and juliet au#romeo and juliet walmart au#walmart au
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every odd number for the weird asks, darling 🥂
Hey darling :) always happy to see you in my notes
1. coffee mugs, teacups, wine glasses, water bottles, or soda cans?
Coffee mugs... Coffee addict here and my addiction also applies to coffee mugs
3. bubblegum or cotton candy?
Bubblegum :)
5. do you prefer to drink soda from soda cans, soda bottles, plastic cups or glass cups?
I don't really drink soda in general but when I do I prefer in glass cups :)
7. earbuds or headphones?
Headphones :)
9. favorite smell in the summer?
Hmm... That's a good one. I'll say sea side and rain? I don't know haha maybe my apple trees too
11. what you have for breakfast on an average day?
On average? coffee which isn't really breakfast but yeah... Sometimes smoothies
13. lanyard or key ring?
Lanyard. I always lost my keys so I actually have three lanyards just so I won't lose them or let them out of my sight
15. favorite book you read as a school assignment?
As a school assignment? Either Mrs Dalloway or a book from Québec called Marie-Tempête
17. most frequently worn pair of shoes?
Cheap black shoes from walmart. They are really comfortable but nothing special
19. sleeping position?
On my left side? BUt I do move a lot in my sleep so yeah
21. obsession from childhood?
Harry Potter, Anne of Green Gables and Princess Diaries
23. strange habits?
I don't know ? NOthing comes to mind right now haha Bringing a book with me at all times?
25. first song you remember hearing?
Either Bed of Roses or Wanted Dead or Alive by Bon Jovi... It definitely was a BOn Jovi song
27. favorite activity to do in cold weather?
Staying inside with my blanket, a good book and hot cocoa. I shouldn't be Canadian.... I absolutely hate the cold. Can't stand it
29. best way to bond with you?
Sharing music, book, movies :)
31. what outfit do you wear to kick ass and take names?
Oh dear... Hmm power suits? I absolutely love suits. I probably have too many of them tbh
33. most used phrase in your phone?
Probably "idk" haha or like sorry. Something like that
35. average time you fall asleep?
When do I ever fall asleep? haha probably 2 am if I had to say an hour but my sleep schedule is a little messed up
37. suitcase or duffel bag?
Suitcase
39. lemon cake or lemon meringue pie?
Lemon meringue pie :)
41. last person you texted?
My friend about a book she told me to read a while back
43. hoodie, leather jacket, cardigan, jean jacket or bomber jacket?
Can I say two? hahah I mean I am more often wearing hoodies because it's considered more appropriate to wear inside and I am always cold... But when I am outside I always have one of my leather jackets
45. which genre: sci-fi, fantasy or superhero?
All three? But if I had to pick only one absolutely? Fantasy
47. favorite type of cheese?
I don't think I have a favourite type of cheese? I don't eat that much of it tbh
49. what saying or quote do you live by?
It's actually a A.A Milne quote from Winnie the Pooh. Please don't judge. My mum surrounded me with Winnie stuff when I was younger. It's " You are braver than you believe, stronger than you seem, and smarter than you think." Something I try to remind myself everyday.
51. current stresses?
Life hahah Nah but seriously a bunch of little nothings. My flat, I am stressed my grades won'T be good this semester. My car ( which is fine and has been for over a month), my cat having difficulties getting used to the new place... Loads of small little things.
53. what is the current state of your hands?
They are clean and I just put lotion on them so they smell like vanilla. B But also A mess? Haha Up until two weeks ago I was working not only a very physical job but also one that messed up my hands. I have cuts everywhere on them and even a new scar cause of it. They will be fine in a week or two :)
55. favorite fairy tale?
Oh gosh that is a difficult one.... I would probably go with... The little mermaid tho? But it changes depending my mood
57. the three biggest struggles you’ve overcome?
Hmm.... That's a good one. Accepting who I am is one of them for sure. Standing up for myself ( I am better at it but still I could improve). Choosing my health over what I was expecting of myself. OVer my plans when I dropped out of uni
59. if you were a video game character, what would your catchphrase be?
:O No idea, I don't feel I have any real catchphrase? I'D probably the sude character who curses a lot tho hahah
61. favorite line you heard from a book/movie/tv show/etc.?
Again good one. There's so many. I love quotes. I'll go with... " We accept the love we think we deserve" from Perks of being a wallflower. I mean... It's true. Anyways... In my experience it is. When my self esteem was at its lowest.... I dumped my very good girlfriend cause I thought I didn't deserve her love. That she was too good for me.. To end up with a guy who was a violent narcissistic asshole... I didn't wanna leave him cause I thought that was exactly what I deserved that I could never do better. I did leave him in the end. but yeah...
63. five songs that would play in your club?
- Dancing Queen by Abba
-Poor Some Sugar on me - Def Leppard
-Every Time We Touch - Cascada ( Don't judge I have good party memories with that song ahah )
- The Ketchup Song - Las Ketchup (Cause memories hahah)
- Believe - Cher
65. any permanent scars?
Loads ahah I have a big one on my back that almost goes from side to side from my heart surgery. I have one on my right side... again that surgery. It almost looks like a star. I have on my lip from when I was learning how to climb table when Mum wasn't looking. One on my finger from work when I was working in dried cranberries factory. One on my ankle from whe I fell in the ditch when learning how to bike without the little wheels. One on my knee cause I am just that talented that I fall over nothing x) A new one on my hand from work... Seriously the list goes on hahha but I do have scars.
67. good luck charms?
My necklace. I never take it off unless I absolutely have to. It used to be my mum's but she gave it to me when I was going through a rough patch in high school.
69. a fun fact that you don’t know how you learned?
Hmm... Nothing comes to mind? Sorry If I ever think of something I will be sure to let you know
71. least favorite pattern?
Polka dot? I don't know hahha
73. favorite weird flavor combo?
Cheese and maple syrup? haha
75. when did you lose your first tooth?
I don't remember? I was in elementary school for sure... But I do remember the dentist had to take it out himself cause I had waited too much before I told anyone my tooth was moving hahha
77. best plant to grow on a windowsill?
My cacti? haha
79. which looks better, your school id photo or your driver’s license photo?
School. On my Driver's license I look like a murderer
81. fireflies or lightning bugs?
Fireflies
83. writing or drawing?
Both? hahaha BUt writing if I have to choose
85. fairy tales or mythology?
Mythology. Both are great but... Mythology is the best
87. your greatest fear?
Spiders? But if we're talking about like... Life fears? NOt being enough
89. who would you put before everyone else?
My little brother. My little sister ( sometimes) and my parents.
91. boxes or bags?
Boxes
93. nicknames?
Fae, Fa, Fancy, Fancy Rodger, Roger.
95. favorite app on your phone?
Music app haha I mean I cannot live without music soooo
97. how many phone numbers do you have memorized?
At least a dozen? Mostly cause everyone in the family has the same phone number since forever.... I have no memory whatsoever so I am even surprised I know these ones.
Thank you for these asks Darling :) There was a lot but I enjoyed writing them haha Took me a while. I had an hectic week but I promise I love these things I am just very bad at timing my stuff haha
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WHO
... was the last person you saw face to face?
gram
... was the last person you texted or messaged online?
Ummm, Harrison? We were talking about health.
... was the last person who asked you for a favour?
Kile asked me to respond to him. I came so close to doing it, but we are almost at a week without talking.
... was the last person you lent something to?
Uhhh, probably my sister.
... was the last person who told you a secret/confided in you?
Em
... is the tallest person you know?
Nick. I think hes 6′5?
... the shortest person you know?
Goodness... I don’t know.
... your oldest (in years) friend?
My mom?
... is the oldest (in length of time) friend?
Alix. Since i was 5.
... is your youngest friend?
I’m the youngest of my group... so ...
... is your newest friend?
Probably my school friends
... is your closest relative?
my sister? nephews? niece?
... was your favourite teacher?
Mom looool. Or in college I really liked Dr. T
... was your least favourite teacher?
ugh. shelly?
... did you spend the most time with when growing up?
scott
... knows you the best?
kile
... always beats you in games or sports?
probably nathan lol
... who is the most creative of the people you know?
Thats a great question. maybe my sister.
... is the funniest person you know?
EM. definitely a goofball.
... is the most organised that you know?
Em.
... that you know has travelled the most?
Nathan travels a lot, roger has gone to so many countries.
... has always been there for you?
Hmm.
... has given you the most personal gift?
Mike
... has an annoying laugh?
Marcia
... never forgets a birthday?
sawyer
...,do you have the most in common with?
I really don’t know. I don’t share a ton of the same interests with anyone.
...is the sportiest person you know?
devin?
...was your last missed call?
I think my sister
...did you last open your door for?
mom
... has your heart?
sigh. I don’t think it’s wanted right now.
... has your respect?
people who are honest
...do you share a special song with?
i got my first kiss to the song “my best friend” by tim mcgraw
...do you miss right now?
kile andrew. I miss who i thought he was. I miss talking to him all hours of the day. He felt like an extension of myself... almost like we shared this secret life where we could just .. exist together. without him, I just feel like I lost part of myself.
...last made you angry?
the hose.
...did you last buy a gift for?
I got my mom and my brother and kile something on my vaca.
...did you celebrate your last birthday with?
So kile spoiled me like crazy. I spent the day with mom and then at night, em, nathan, devin, and I got tanked lol.
...have you gone to a concert with?
sister, janelle, uhhhh nicole
...can make you laugh?
It is easy to make me laugh
...has taught you how to do something?
Uhhhhhh, thats a very good question. Probably kile teaching me how to do a stats problem?
...has lost something of yours?
Uhh, not sure.
...has broke your heart?
kile
...has stood you up?
I haven’t been stood up
WHAT
Is your favourite colour?
blue
Can you do that most your friends can’t?
memorize really well, deny bread, sign, talk neuro
Is your birthday?
next weekend
Colour eyes do you have?
blue with navy and gray
Form of transport do you take to work/school?
typically the car.
Music do you like to listen to in the car?
Oh goodness anything that I put on spotify
Languages can you speak?
english. some spanish and some asl but not fluently
Was the last thing you drank?
diet coke
Was the last thing you ate?
trail mix
Time did you wake up this morning?
I wake up all hours lately and just stare out my window or at the ceiling. Eventually I just give up and get up for good. I think today was like 5am
Colour are your bedroom walls?
They’re kind of a mauve-y brown-y purple
Drink do you usually order when eating out?
sometimes, not always.
Food can you cook well?
I’m a great baker but I don’t cook all that often. Or rather I should say I am insecure about my cooking.
Animals have you had for a pet?
Oh goodness. Dogs, cats, bunnies, chickens, turtles, pigs, horses, birds, parrots, fish, flying squirrels, lizards, ...
Are your initials?
dls
Kind of activities do you like to do on the weekends?
I like to play games, go on drives, see the world, see friends, window shop, idk
Movie do you know line by line?
father of the bride, finding nemo, sleepless in seattle, youve got mail, something borrowed, how to lose a guy in ten days, made of honor, while you were sleeping
Band(s) have you seen in concert?
I don’t remember all of them. relient k was one.
Do you buy/get to treat yourself?
food or clothes lol.
Colours your phone cover?
right now it’s like a teal color.
Part of the world would you love to visit?
switzerland. europe.
Question do you dislike being asked?
when are you going to be married.
Subject were you good at in school?
science
Careers do your parents have?
mom is a manager of a store and I’m not entirely sure of what dad does. I think he owns a company.
Brand of clothing do you buy most often?
probably ON
Chocolate bar is your favourite?
right now, probably uhmmm
TV show have you watched every series of?
tbh I couldn’t tell you
Radio station do you listen to the most?
99.5, 98.3, 103.5, 96.3,
Podcasts are you subscribed to?
I’m not the biggest fan of podcasts
Is your favourite dessert?
anything mega rich
Can’t you do that most around you seem to?
roller blade, skateboard, ice skate
Are 5 qualities you value in a friend?
honesty, loyalty, kindness, consideration, humor
Are 5 qualities you value in a partner?
honesty, loyalty, kindness, slow-tempered, loving
Size pizza do you usually order?
goodness I havent had pizza in so long.
Cuisine do you like to order or cook?
I suppose right now mexican
Colour(s) dominate your wardrobe?
Black. I want to wear more colors I think I refrain because of drawing attention to my figure.
Toothpaste brand do you use?
I think right now it’s crest!
Sounds can you hear right now?
one of the most dear movies to me.. Serendipity. I think about this movie all the time in my current situation. Maybe.
Is the weather like today?
Steamy. But I have been very comfortable in the AC tbh
Are your plans for tomorrow?
I’m going to sleep in. Relax. Spend the day reading in the pool, trying to not think about my situation.
WHERE
Do you keep your phone when not using it?
I used to always keep it on me, but now I’m trying to get used to leaving it in the other room or just leaving it at home so I stop obsessing.
Were you born?
Palos.
Do you go to unwind?
On a drive
Is your best friend right now?
I’m not sure where Kile is anymore. Emily is likely asleep. Nathan’s probably out lol
Can you go nearby to have a good time?
Tbh, I can be alone and have a great time.
Is the nearest restaurant?
like 3-4 blocks away.
Is the nearest beach?
There is lake michigan, indiana dunes, or lakes. depends what you fancy.
Did you meet your closest friend?
kile and I met on CM. em and I met thru Alix.
Did you go for your last vacation?
Pigeon Forge, TN.
Is the nearest mall or superstore?
mall would be orland. Superstore would probably be like a walmart or a target.
Did you last get an injury?
I screwed up my foot somehow so I’m trying to nurse that.
Is the most extravagant place you’ve stayed at?
Hmm, probably when my sister would travel and we would stay in these exotic hotels.
Do most the local kids play?
If you mean kids like 21 ish, there are some great local bars on Oak Park Ave
Have you been with your family?
I mean, I’m going to need more detail in the question
Did you spend Christmas last year?
home. Then the boys called for us to come over and see their new toys lol
Did your parents grow up?
they grew up in roseland which is now a chicago ghetto lol
Did you buy the shoes you’re wearing?
barefoot at the moment.
Would you like to go right now if you could?
if I can be totally transparent, I would give anything to go sit on a park bench next to kile.
Do you miss the most from your childhood?
The innocent beliefs. the lack of trauma.
Is the best restaurant you know?
I donno, I’m fairly easy-going about restaurants.
Will you never go again as it was so bad?
lol this local burrito joint
WHEN
...was your last vacation?
two weeks ago.
...did you graduate?
this may. I really thought it would have been more exciting, but it was such a tragic time.
...did you have your first kiss?
on my 16th birthday
...did you learn how to swim?
young. like 5-6?
...did you have your first relationship?
uhhhh 19.
...do you feel the most at peace?
on a drive.
...do you usually fall asleep?
I have no idea. I’m all over the place these days.
...do you usually wake up?
thats a wide range of times.
...did you last watch a movie?
i’ve been watching movies in bed all day.
...did you last go to a party?
yesterday
...did you last cry?
today
...did you laugh really hard?
I laughed yesterday.
...did you buy something pricey last?
my vacation I suppose. I really need to get new gym shoes because it has been a few years but man they are pricey.
...did you have an argument last?
I haven’t argued this past week. I don’t know if I’m just worn down or if I have lost the fight in me? I’m not entirely sure.
...did you last have a sick day?
donno really.
...did you last recieve a hug?
I got about 400 hugs from the kids yesterday lol
...when is your best friend’s birthday?
aug 16. april 20. march 13.
...did you learn how to drive?
I refused to drive as long as possible. mom tricked me into drivers ed when I was about 18.
...did you last receive a surprise?
umm.. I really don’t know.
HOW
Many pets do you have?
Two.
Many houses have you lived in?
one
Often do you shower?
once per day usually.
Well can you cook?
I am mediocre at the moment.
Many close friends do you have?
just gets smaller and smaller.
Many Brothers or sisters do you have?
one sister two brothers
Often do you go swimming?
I WISH all the time. tomorrow will be my first time in a long time. it’s hardly swimming cus its a small pool, but still.
Many times have you texted today?
I’ve hardly touched messaging apps. I’m really behind on my correspondence.
Do you like your toast (colour, topping)?
I used to love it toasted with light butter and then pb
Do you like your tea and/or coffee?
no coffee. I’m not huge on tea.
Do you like to celebrate your birthdays?
typically the way I spent it last year. this year was supposed to be with Kile. For some reason I just glanced at the calendar and it had our weekend trip for march all highlighted.
Are you feeling today?
I’m ok. I mean, I’m not but it’s closer to being OK.
Serious are you about your career goals?
I’m passionate about it.
Many rooms are in your house?
11 I suppose.
Many bedrooms in your house?
4.
Did you do in your school exams?
I excelled at them.
Close do you live to your parents?
very close to mom. thousands of miles from dad.
Close do you live to your siblings?
My brother is around the block. another brother is maybe 30 mins away. my sister is thousands of miles.
Sensitive to criticism are you?
pretty sensitive. its a fault.
Motivated to make changes are you?
quite motivated.
Creative are you (1-10):
5
Hard working are you (1-10):
11.
Sporty are you (1-10):
1
Musical are you (1-10):
0
Do you prefer your eggs?
uhh, moms scrambled, over easy, or sunny side up.
Often do you go out to eat?
like once a month.
Would your best friend describe you?
I don’t really know. probably studious, the caregiver, patient
Can someone cheer you up if you’re sad?
if they know me well enough.
Often do you meet up with your friends?
like 2-3x a month
Important is religion to you?
faith is important.
Old were you when you first stayed overnight from home?
like 5
Old were you when you got your first pet?
I was an infant
Tech savvy are you?
decent. not great but decent.
Do you show you appreciate those you care for?
I learn what matters to them and I support their dreams obsessively. I research things that matter, I ask questions, I write cards, buy gifts, and just tell them.
Often do you cut your hair?
I need to cut it. asap.
Often do you paint your nails?
I’ve stopped painting my hands since graduation. I just .. i cant.
Many countries have you visited?
1
Boyfriends/girlfriends have you had?
haha
WHY
... did you choose your username?
because it’s one I use
... did you take this survey?
it seemed to have some decent questions. I’m trying to work through stuff regarding kile right now, so it had some opportunities. right now I’m wondering if he still reads these. It doesn’t tell me if someone does, only if they like or comment on it. what does it matter, I don’t know. my mind just swirls.
... did you choose the career you did?
I had a professor who showed me a video during a neuro class on aphasia and it was a CLICK moment.
...did you last leave the house?
running errands for the party
...did you last give up on something?
I am in the process. I don’t want to. my whole body aches and screams not to let go, but my brain is recognizing it is time.
...did you search the last thing you searched?
i was converting celsius to fahrenheit
...would you give up on someone completely?
I think sometimes I have this mindset that I can help. I can support. I can enhance your situation. I want to help you grow. I want to be there for it all. I think the reality is I am learning that not everyone wants that. I don’t know that i’m helping as much as I hope, and it destroys me to think I was maybe making his life worse.
IF
You could live in any country which would you choose?
switzerland
You could choose any animal as a pet which one?
cat or dog
You could be famous for something what would you like?
I don’t know that I would want to be.
You are sad, how do you combat it?
Right now it is sitting with the feelings of loss. I’m trying not to just blow over it or pretend it isn’t real, but to just let it suck as bad as it sucks. I don’t know. I don’t have any magic way of moving through the sadness.
You can drive when did you learn?
when I was 18
You could have any job what would it be?
I would want to be somewhere with little human interaction tbh.
You could go anywhere for a vacation where would you go?
europe.
You could eat anything right now what would it be?
nothing. loss of appetite.
You wrote a book what genre/topic would it be?
maybe a book of poetry. or a biography.
You had a theme song what would it be?
that would take me a while to come up with.
You could meet any band/singer in person which one?
harry connick jr.
You could act in any movie which would it be?
I’m not sure I would
You get married what venue would you like?
i think I would want to elope
If you have kids do you have names picked out?
I have names I like on a list.
Could describe your dream home what would it be like?
farm. land. big ole porch with comfy furniture. lots of trees. a dreamy bedroom. i really want a window seat.
You could go back in time what would you change?
for the longest time I wished I could have gone to see John immediately. However, had I done that I would have left here and moved there and I wouldnt have the life I do now. So I guess maybe i dont really know.
Could use 3 words to describe your childhood which ones?
the memories without my dad were extremely pleasant. My mom tried her best.
Could get the answer to any question which question would you choose?
right now I’d want to know why Kile kept things from me. Like how do you wake up everyday OK with knowing I’m unaware. I wanna know what the plan was.. was he planning to meet me and just secretly break up with her? was he ever planning to move to me? Why did he never fight for me? how was I so easy to let go of? why wouldn’t he just break off what he was was “breaking off” to keep me? what was the alternative? keep us both?? why couldn’t he see how he was hurting me? why didn’t it matter? how does he just let go of me so simply and not c ---- but honestly I’ll never get those answers. I would probably be better off asking will i have my own family one day
You could have an endless supply of something what would it be?
Money, because of course.
CAN
... you ride a bike?
yes
... you ski?
i want to learn
... you bake a cake?
oh yes.
... you sing well?
mediocre
... you do your own taxes?
badly
... you remain calm in a crisis?
extremely calm.
... you do first aid?
like... bandaid level yes.
... remember your best friend’s family members’ names?
almost entirely.
... you fire a gun?
yes
... your parents drive?
Yes
...your best friend dance well?
probably not.
...you make people laugh easily?
mom, yes lol
...stand up for yourself?
if i get pushed enough, yes.
...you do a martial art?
Nope
WOULD
You like to learn a new language?
absolutely.
Save the life of a stray animal?
Absolutely.
Know what to do if there was a hurricane?
sure, but it would be very very very very unlikely for me to need to utilize that sort of skill set considering I live in the middle of a loooooooot of land. Not coastal at all.
Try a new cuisine?
yes
Risk your life for anyone?
Yes.
You like to get back in touch with someone?
oh boy. how i wish.
You drive in the middle of the night to get a stuck friend?
Ina heartbeat.
You Know how to perform CPR?
I mean.. vaguely.
You likely win in a game of chess?
I promise you no.
You stop talking for a day for $100?
happily.
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Covfefe - 2020 edition
Me: Haha. I just created a new covfefe piece!
Person.
(Of all time, your Favorite President).
Woman.
(Weak, grab 'em by the pussy).
Man.
(Putin, treated unfairy).
Camera.
(Covfefe).
TV.
(Fake news).
The world whispers in my ear: You are so ten years ago in Trump time.
-Declares war against TicToc because CHI-NA and TicToc users embarrassingly trolled him.
-Declares war against mail-in voting ballots (despite him NEVER visiting a voting booth since 2004, after embarrassing himself in an Access Hollywood video (again)).
-Continues to golf while people are dying/being thrown in unmarked vehicles, and kids are STILL being held in cages near the border.
-Oh, and he proposed for the election to be postponed...which shouldn't be a surprise to anyone that actually paid attention when he 'joked' that he should be President for life.
Me: Come on, orange man. I can't keep up with you and your wannabe dictatorship.
The world: 'America, fuck yeah' mentality had it coming. But it is starting to freak us out. Could you, like, stop.
Me: We are trying.
Random whiny white Trump supporter: THANK YOU, PRESIDENT TRUMP!!!! THANK GOD YOU ARE MY PRESIDENT!!! TRUMP 2020!
President Trump on Fox News: Person. Woman. Man. Camera. TV.
Random whiny white Trump supporter: He is so smart!
Me: Fuck me!
The world: Fuck me.
K.H.; 8/3/2020.
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Riddle me this - why is it easier for some to believe that Hillary Clinton ran a sex ring operation at a pizza parlor and Tom Hanks is involved in an international pedophile operation (all debunked) than it is to believe that Donald J. Trump is sleazy (his tweets/interviews/the drivel that comes out of his mouth is obvious enough)?
I once wrote a short story about the world being sucked into a black hole in 2012. I am starting to think it actually happened.
K.H.; 7/30/2020.
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Dear Governor Ron DeSantis (or do you prefer DeathSantis?),
I am posting this video as a reminder of who you were. Were. Not are. Or are you still the buffoon that is in this video? It’s obvious why you put out a video like this during the campaign. It’s obvious which base you were aligning yourself with. And it’s been obvious that your cocky attitude toward Covid-19 (and Fox News/the current President prematurely praising you months ago) put you in the position you are in now: fucked.
You just lost your big party that was going to reside in Jacksonville in August.
All major theme parks cancelled their fall events this year.
Oh, and the realitycheck of it all – Covid-19 numbers are up. So is the death rate. Not so fun fact: death rates affect your voters, regardless if it’s your base or not. Just sayin’.
Now is the time to stop being a Donald Trump twin and actually start to lead. Listen to health experts, for one.
I know at this point, might be too late to roll back the reopening phases. But it’s never too late to mandate masks. I know, I know. The whitey-righty-tighty’s are just going to love that. They will throw tantrums, spit, swear, maybe even whip out a knife or gun because they feel their freedoms are being infringed. Afterall, this is the same America (with the same kind, considerate, empathetic group of people) that were hoarding toilet paper in their stockpile just five months ago. [America, the brave - America, the proud.] They are not exactly a bunch that will be inspired by this new way of life. But, I don’t know, if you, perhaps, possibly, maybe, lead by example – your loyal subjects, ahem, voters, will get behind you.
But – if DeathSantis has a nice ring to your legacy…continue talking out of your ass and ignoring the problem. That was what the current President was doing for a while. The realitycheck was too much for him to ignore.
K.H.; 7/24/2020.
***
I do have a perfect drinking game for his ‘televised rallies,’ ahem, ‘Covid-19 briefings'…
Take two shots of disinfectant every time he says ‘tremendous,’ ‘we’re doing a great job,’ ‘we’re doing a beautiful job,’ ‘best in the world.’ Take three shots of orange koolaid laced with cheap tequila every time he says ‘CHI-NAA,’ ‘dem-a-crate,’ and ‘fake news.’ Take forty-five shots of Russian Vodka every time he praises Vladimir Putin. And take half a jar of covfefe water every time he pouts or leans as if he is constipated.
K.H.; 7/24/2020.
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I have no opinion about school's opening up now (or in the fall). I am not a teacher. And I don't have kids (at this point, I am thankful - sorry, not sorry).
But between the Trump wannabe running Florida that proclaims that if Walmart/restaurants are open, schools should be too (and like Trump, ignoring the Covid-19 numbers) & leaving out the fact that Walmart/restaurants have adjusted their operations/hours/or even closed up if Covid-19 affects their/guests well-being; and the politicians (on either side of the fence) that don't shed tears anytime a mass school shooting occurs, but demands schools to be open right this millisecond during an world-wide outbreak - that is a grim reality one has to serious think about, friends.
I would leave it to the health experts to argue whether it's too soon or wait a bit.
Donald Trump is 1/100% right about one thing. School is important. You don't want to become President someday and be unable to speak or spell coherently.
Kids around the world - don't be like the current President of the United Shates. Eat your vegetables. Don't pay someone to do your homework. Also, don't pay hookers to keep their mouth shut. Also, don't participate in locker room talk if you are being recorded (or not being recorded - just don't do it). Also, don't be a racist. Also, don't bring up history when you haven't learned anything from history. In other words, be better for our future than what is currently the standard of 'a stable genius.'
K.H.; 7/10/2020.
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The year is 2021. After Joe Biden wins the 2020 election, and Donald Trump's reluctance to leave the White House – only leaving when he was told by Sean Hannity that he needs to leave, because, you know, that’s the law, and Donald Trump only listens to Sean Hannity for Presidential advice – Sleepy Grandpa Joe is sworn in.
Just before he finishes being sworn in, Kayne West shows up, interrupts the inauguration, and says:
“Yo Joe, I’m really happy for you, I’ll let you finish, but Trump was one of the best Presidents of all time. One of the best Presidents of all time! My tacky red #MAGA hat makes me feel like Superman. And you all need to praise God – for I am the savior of saviors, the most original artist of all times and I am going to call myself P-Diddy-Tupuc-The Artist, formally known as Prince Kayne West.”
Everyone looks shocked, except Donald Trump, who has a creepy smile on his face. It’s the same facial expression he gives anytime he is around his daughter.
The end (of times).
K.H.; 7/5/2020.
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I am surprised (but not really) that the whole 'Killary/...but her emails' crowd are not in a complete and utter outrage over Russia's bounty on our soldiers. Covfefe-itis - out of sight, out of mind?
K.H.; 6/29/2020.
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I have no opinion about Splash Mountain, much like I have no opinion about Confederate flags/statues, or grocery store items being rephased.
But, I am still raw with emotion in regards to The Great Movie Ride. Just sayin'.
Seriously, I don't have much of an opinion of the matter. Though I am currently residing in central Florida, I grew up in the north - in which, from my recollection, won the civil war. I never understood the appeal/romanticizing of a flag that represented America's low-point in history. Then again, I never understood why there is still a group of people that quotes the bible in the same breath they will shout, 'Jews will not replace us.'
We, as humans, evolve (contrary to some that proclaim evolution does not exist), we keep learning. What we thought was acceptable yesterday is not acceptable today. And what is acceptable today, will not be acceptable tomorrow. That is not liberal-speak, that is fact. Just study history (also, contrary to belief - history is not being erased, for books still exist). And books (literature) of yesteryear often has a foreword or afterword, with added context/intent to explain the times in which the book was written in.
K.H.; 6/25/2020.
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*breathes in, breathes out*
Covid-19isnotahoax,it'sstillhereandkillin'lives.Don'ttakeadvicefromamanthatcan'tspellhamburgerandthinkswindmillscausescancer.
*breathes in, breathes out*
Blacklivesdomatter.Ifalllivesdidmatterassomeproclaim,whataboutthosekidsthatarestillincagesneartheborder?
*breathes in, breathes out*
PresidentTrump'sracism,arrogance,andthin orangeskinisveryclear.Justreadandlistentohisrecentinterviews,tweets.
*breathes in, breathes out*
Lifeistrulyprecious.Dothethingsyoulove.
*breathes in, breathes out*
Forthosethatneedit,*hugs*
Thatisall.
K.H.; 6/18/2020.
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A man in a white robe, sandals, and long hair walks down 16th Street. This man is dark skin, Middle Eastern, a Jew, and believes in ‘love your enemy, love your neighbor.’ The whites would see him as a threat, just by the look of him – and demand for him to be locked up, taken away, shipped out of the country. The President would label him a terrorist in a Tweet. And yet – he is the symbol of everyone that misinterprets his teachings.
Scholars would debate he even existed. Whether he existed or not, the Son of God’s complete persona has been cherry-picked to fit a person’s agenda (political or otherwise – even though, according to religious people – faith can’t be politicized, even though, it is since the dawn of religion). The hypocrisy of faith being good grows generation to generation as people rationalize evil ‘in the name of God.’ The sad, long history of genocide, rape, misogyny, racism, pedophilia is often associated with a religious fanatic, twisting words of so-called ‘faith’ into propaganda. This is nothing new. And yet, it keeps happening.
Now, imagine if you will - Jesus magically appears (poof) – as the prophecy proclaims. He doesn’t descend from the sky, but instead, walks down 16th street or Main Street or any street in this country. He is dark skin, Middle Eastern, a Jew, and believes in ‘love your enemy, love your neighbor.’ Given the prejudice that already exists in regards to skin color – do you really think the country that loves to throw ‘God and America’ on the same Made in China baseball hat, would be open arms to Jesus? They might be open to bare arms, but I don’t think they would be welcoming.
I don’t mean to offend anyone - yet, I am utterly confused why, after all this time (and years and decades and centuries), the conservative side of the fence prides itself having faith and Jesus on their side, when the very things they are against (or for) are anti-Jesus.
Of course, that is the perception of an Atheist (me). If I am completely off-base here, fine - ignore and scroll along.
But, once again - Jesus = a Middle Eastern man, who happens to be a Jew, dark skin, and believes in ‘love your enemy, love your neighbor’ walks down the street at the same time a handful of protestors are being tear-gassed so the President of the United States can lean (not stand) next to a church and have pictures flash at him as he is awkwardly holding a bible…W.W.J.D.?
K.H.; 6/6/2020.
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Once upon a time, there was no racism at all. I CAN’T BREATHE. Everyone got along with each other. I CAN’T BREATHE. There was no indifference, intolerance, and prejudices against anyone. I CAN’T BREATHE. People saw people as people. I CAN’T BREATHE. A person’s individuality was his or her self-worth, and everyone was worthy of being worthy. I CAN’T BREATHE. There were conflicting opinions about various topics, but were debated openly through philosophical discussions. I CAN’T BREATHE. Police existed to give that occasional speeding ticket, and to keep law & order in case those philosophical discussions turn hostile. I CAN’T BREATHE. I am not a racist. I CAN’T BREATHE. But. I CAN'T BREATHE. All lives matter. I CAN’T BREATHE. If only they protested peacefully. I CAN’T BREATHE. They are thugs. I CAN’T BREATHE. And I am perfect. I CAN’T BREATHE. #MAGA loves black people. I CAN’T BREATHE. The shooting starts when the looting starts. I CAN’T BREATHE. Blue lives matter. I CAN’T BREATHE. My life (only) matters. I CAN’T BREATHE. Racism doesn't exist. I CAN'T BREATHE.
"I.
CAN’T.
BREATHE." - George Floyd, 46.
5/31/2020.; K.H.
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Rebuttal Myself, gaslight, and #maga!
“My fellow Americans…it seems the fake news and lamestream media, excluding Fox News, which is neither fake or lame – is running a story that I, President Donald Trump, the best President there ever was and will ever be, told Americans to inject themselves with disinfectant. I never said that. I hardly knew the guy that said that. The person that said that was a day less stable and less of a genius. That person is smarter now. I, afterall, surround myself with the best people. And I consider myself the best. I know it. And you know it too. We are doing great things, amazing things, tremendous things. Numbers are up, numbers are down, highest polls in the history of polls. And the ratings - better than Obama's! I could be golfing or holding rallies or doing great trade deals with other countries that don’t screw us. I could be with my friend, Rocket Man, who is very sick right now. You fake people aren’t running stories about that. Instead, every evening, I come in here and talk to you fake people. You are fake. You are hacks. You are scum. Your reporting is mediocre. Everyday, you run a story about how President Donald Trump is doing a bad job. And I, out of everyone, know President Donald Trump is doing a good job. I talk to him everyday. I never said the things I said, and don’t mean the things I mean. You people should be ashamed of yourself – running such fake stories about the President. I mean, if another person was President like me, and did exactly what a President like me would do, I wouldn’t be running fake stories about myself. This is an unprecedented time. The Invisible Enemy of the people is with us. Not you fake people, although, you are still Enemy of the People. No – the Covfefe Virus is still with us. I called it the Chinese Virus for a while, because, that is where it came from. We are working on repercussions right now. Something severe, but not too severe. We still do trade deals with them. They’ve been screwing us for years, but they still make my 100% American Made in China Make America Great Again appeal, which is 50% off by the way, Covfefe virus discount. Now, I will take questions. But before you fake people ask your terrible questions – remember that you are scum, fake, and have no morals at all. Also remember to lower your voice, stay calm, don’t shout, don’t whisper either, don’t be fakey fake fake, and thank your President for all the hard work your hard working President does.” – The Calmer in Chief
K.H.; 4/24/2020.
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LIBERATE THOSE KIDS IN CAGES NEAR THE BORDER. LIBERATE YOUR TAX RETURNS. LIBERATE TRUTH (and save your freedom of the press - it's being under siege by you)*
*(sorry, not sorry).
K.H.; 4/17/2020.
***
Phase One – Assemble and get down with the sickness.
Phase Two – Age of Apocalypse.
Phase Three – Infinity [Number of cases] War & Endgame.
Phase Four – Spin offs and delays of life.
Phase Five - ….
Phase Six – Mutants.
K.H.; 4/16/2020.
***
'Cocoon 3: Covfefe and No Malarkey, Pass that Geritol!'
Plot: A 78 year old man dropped out of a brawl at the back of a hole-in-the-wall bar to win the heart of lucky Lady Liberty, leaving a 77 year old and a 73 year old in it to corrupt her, ahem, win her.
K.H.; 4/8/2020.
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Multiples of 5 XD
Had to add a cut because it got long as fuck.
5. Top five formative books? Oh wow, um… It’d be easier to go with authors but Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy, Pride and Prejudice, all things Discworld, The Handmaid’s Tale, The Bell Jar
10. Pick an author (or writing friend) to co-write a book with: Any of the people I listed in this post I would die for collaborate on anything.
15. How do you deal with self-doubt when writing? Hahahahaha! Uh, I don’t. I try to ignore it and push through, and sometimes I throw bits and pieces out in WIP memes or to my friends for some small moments of validation. It helps me feel like I don’t completely suck, and I like seeing people somewhat excited for my writing. Sometimes I go and re-read comments left on previous chapters of the fic I’m working on to remind me how many people like it, or on another fic of mine.
20. Any advice for young writers/advice you wish someone would have given you early on? I’ve mentioned these in more detail in other posts, but
Find people you trust to be you betas/editors/sounding boards. Good betas are invaluable, and saying things “out loud” to someone else (or just typing them and making them more real) really helps you work through ideas. Sometimes just saying what you’re stuck on and why you’re stuck can unlock your brain, and that immediate feedback from another person, especially a writer, is so good. Don’t have anyone around? Talk to your pet, talk to a stuffed animal, talk to the TV.
Write what you know. And by that I mean if you don’t know something but you want to write about it, take a few minutes and Google. If you have time to write, you have time to do a little research.
Keep writing. Even if you think you can’t, even if you don’t type one character, one letter, one period in that fic. Open up something and at least stare at it. Re-read parts of it, or look at your outline. Having it in front of you keeps you aware of it so it doesn’t fade away to never be worked on again. And if you do think of something, it’s right there and you can do it.
25. What’s your worldbuilding process like? Strange? I don’t know honestly. True worldbuilding takes a long time. I might come up with a concept for the story and know that there will be key things I have to change about the existing canon world to fit it, but I won’t know the details right away. This is partly why I outline any fic that’s not a one-shot. I put down those key things at the top and outline under them. If I need to add more general world notes, I can, and I can expand on different things within the outline as I plot it out. Then I build the world to support the story I want to tell.
30. Do you like to read books similar to your project while you’re drafting or do you stick to non-fiction/un-similar works? Noooooo. I can’t read fics that are like what I’m writing. As I’ve posted before I don’t like to be directly influenced that way and I had an issue with it in the past where someone thought I stole their work (I didn’t) because of it. The books I read for fun are generally nothing like what I’m writing. I read a lot of scifi, fantasy, and spy/thriller stories, with the occasional period piece (reread of an Austen book or something) almost all of which is not stuff I’m writing.
35. Post the last sentence you wrote: Apparently a lot harder than it was to accidentally set an oven mitt on fire. (That is the most out of context thing ever lol!)
40. Do you look up to any of your writer buddies? Oh gosh yes. @rose-tylers who is brilliant and has published two original novels and is about to have a third, meanwhile she’s super active in fandom and on Tumblr, and somehow also works for a living and is really sweet and supportive like wtf?? @thatexactleaf who has written turns of phrase that make me weep and is my darling, dear sister from another mister. @mariequitecontrarie whose writing is so brave, she just puts herself out there with all her experiences and emotions while being the most level headed person I’ve met in this fandom. @rufeepeach who has opened my eyes and my mind in ways I never thought possible and who understands her characters on a molecular level. I always see something new to love about my faves when I read her stuff. @still-searching47, @thatravenclawbitch, @emospritelet all three on top of having limitless amazing ideas and making me ship whole new pairings I never thought of before, are also really fantastic people. @b-does-the-write-thing who worldbuilds like no one else and is incredible. @thescholarlystrumpet without whom I probably wouldn’t even be in Rumbelle fandom and who gets me on every possible level.
I wanna be like all of them when I grow up.
45. First or third person? THIRD. *cringes at first and second*
50. Do you share your rough drafts or do you wait until everything is all polished? Do you like see how many times I post snippets and wip meme stuff? lolz I have no problem putting draft bits out there. The thing that usually changes the most is all my stupid typos.
55. How do you manage your time/make time for writing? (do you set aside time to write every day or do you only write when you have a lot of free time?) I literally write any time I can and anywhere I can. I keep everything in Google Docs so I can write, plan, edit, etc. on any computer, my Chromebook, my tablet, or my phone. I write during breaks at work, I write in the car when we’re headed somewhere, I write at home in the evenings, and if I wake up at 4am and can’t sleep. I have even written quick things at stoplights because I knew if I didn’t do it right that second, by the time I got to Walmart I’d have lost it. I wish I could set aside designated time for writing, but that’s hard with the other projects I want to do (Photoshop, videos, etc.) and also life.
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February 6th
Matt and Steph were window shopping again. They expected to buy nothing, and they'd made a rule to keep their hands in their pockets, but they were happily window shopping. They weren't shopping anywhere special. They were just looking through the jewelry cases.
"Why are we looking at rings?" grumbled Matt. "You have a wonderful ring at home."
"Yes, but I don't want to lose it," she responded.
"Okay, but that's no reason to get a new ring." He leaned down and whispered, "I'm afraid they charge us for looking at them for too long."
"Ooh, this one looks beautiful."
"Stephanie, I don't know which one you're looking at, but they all look very expensive."
"Oh, Matthew. Look at that diamond one."
"Oh dear."
"It's so sparkly. I can see a rainbow in it. Can you see it?"
"I can see debt," whimpered Matt. "And lots and lots of bills."
Stephanie rolled her eyes and straightened up. "Why are you so serious all of a sudden?"
"Because one of us has to be. If we're both ridiculous we'd only be leaving Walmart with fifteen bags of candy and sixty cases of Diet Coke."
"C'mon, candy's on sale right now. It's Halloween!"
"And Diet Coke's at a record low. That doesn't mean I'll buy sixty cases."
Stephanie reached into their cart and pulled up the six-pack that Matt had snuck in when he thought she wasn't looking. Matt adapted the same look as a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar. "I said sixty, not one."
Steph laughed and went back to examining the glass casing. She sighed and stood straight again. "I guess you're right," she admitted. "I just want pretty things sometimes." They both stood there somberly for a moment.
"Maybe I could-" began Matt.
"Oh well," Stephanie interrupted. "C'mon we've got places to be before the store closes."
Matthew glanced back. There was a young couple on the other side of the boxed in counter. The woman pointed at something and the man nodded. He payed money to the vendor and slipped a gorgeous pearl necklace around the woman's neck. Matt's hands drifted together and began fidgeting, as if he was the one clipping the necklace.
"Matthew," called a clearly annoyed Stephanie, leaning on their cart.
"Coming," Matt responded, jerking his head away and heading back. That was October 23rd. Now, it was February 6th, and Stephanie was nervous. She pondered her fear as she washed dishes that Saturday. Matthew had rushed out of the house that morning with nothing more than a peck on the cheek and the promise of something when he got home.
Last night as they had been cuddling in bed, though, he was tracing around her neck and caressing her ears. Probably more information than you needed, or wanted, to know, but it troubled Steph. She kept on fearing that Matt was going to get an expensive necklace and earring set.
Stephanie was very worried. She felt he'd been trying to apologize for lost time. He wasn't ever there back in New York, nor could he be. He was always so busy and their time together was always so limited. He barely managed to keep up the fourteen days of Valentines, and now it just seemed like he was trying to beat a personal record.
*
Stephanie was lying on their bed when Matthew came in. "Steph!" called Matthew.
Steph gulped. She wasn't looking forward to this conversation. "I'm in here," she replied. Sitting up, she watched Matthew walk in. "Matthew," she said, before he could get a word out, "we need to talk."
"Yes," he asked, sitting down next to her, clearly hiding something in his hand. "What's wrong."
"It's these fourteen days of Valentines," she began. "I'm... I'm loving the care and effort you put in, I really am. It's just that times are really tight right now. I don't mind if you don't do all fourteen days of Valentines. I don't mind if you don't do any Valentines. I understand."
Matt pulled her into a hug and gave her a kiss above her forehead. "It's okay," he relayed. "I did get you something. Happy sixth day of Valentines."
Stephanie bit her tongue nervously. Matt produced a small red box from his side and gave it to her to open. She opened it and saw two cute small earrings and a small necklace. She blinked in surprise. She'd expected something... fancier. Not that this was bad. It was still pretty and lovely that he'd thought of such a beautiful present.
Steph looked back up at him and licked her lips. "Price?" she inquired. Matt turned the box over and showed the 5$ price-stamp. Stephanie let out a mixed sigh and laugh. Five dollars. That was it.
"Here," directed Matt, taking her hand and leading them both over to a mirror. He took out the necklace and held each end in his fingers. He moved it around her neck and clipped it in the back. Steph grinned as he slid it on and let out a winning smile once it was all the way on.
She turned around and looked at him. "Thank you," she purred, rubbing her head up against his. "This is what I was hoping for."
*
"Dinner," yelled Matthew.
"Coming," called Stephanie, "what are we having tonight?"
Matthew was setting the table for two. He added candles for mood lighting, even though the food did not help spell 'sizzling hot passion.' "We're having," he began shouting.
"I'm right here," Steph interrupted from the doorway.
"Oh," apologized Matt, not looking up from the table, "well, it's rice and beans, like always." He looked up at her and froze. She wasn't dressed up much, just her normal shirt and pants, with a bit of lip gloss, her necklace, and her new earrings.
"Woah," he complimented. "You look..."
Stephanie visibly blushed at his response. "Yes?" she egged on.
Matt just stared at her. "I've run out of words. You're so uniquely beautiful, that I don't think a word exists that can quiet encompass your loveliness."
"Stahp," she said, turning away and slightly pushing his shoulder. She looked back up at him from the angle. "You... You really mean that?"
Matt leaned in and kissed her. "I truly do mean that." He motioned to the table. "C'mon, now that we have all of the lovey-dovey stuff out of the way, let's go have a candlelit dinner."
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Blog #4: Red Rocks and More Red Rocks
06/16/2021
This blog was probably the most challenging to write yet, considering we have just been hiking a lot and seeing a fuck ton of red rocks everywhere.
They all look different, but they are all just red rocks. Round, sharp, big, small, dirt-like rocks… its all the same, but different.
Throughout all the states we have seen, the terrain has changed drastically as we pass over each border. New Mexico was straight white desert land, Texas was flat as fuck with windmills everywhere, and Arkansas was even more flat but without windmills.
Colorado, however, was very different throughout each region. We started in sand dunes and deserts and worked our way up to the mountains with lots of rain and snow run off. Then being in Colorado Springs, there was a mix of desert and moist mountains, plus some massive red rocks.
Traveling into Utah, there was not much difference in terrains, just some different shades of the red rocks.
Zion National Park was the ultimate red rock arena. Ironic, since we started off seeing Garden of the Gods -both are red rocky parks- but completely different.
Who
Who are the New York girls…
This chapter of traveling includes less new friends, but more last-minute links with old pals from college. It seems like it was just yesterday we were out in Oneonta… oh wait.
Myrene was a family friend of Mary. She opened her house up to us three, as a nice break up between campsites.
We got to wash our clothes and shower; you’ll never know how satisfying a shower is until after living without one for a few days.
Her house was in Colorado Springs, about 30 minutes away from Garden of the Gods.
They chefed up for us the first night with a little surf and turf; steak and salmon with a bombass salad.
Thanks, Myrene.
My dear friend Dee Jay, also known as, Daniel Joseph McDonnell, aka DJ, happened to be camping out in the same area as us in Blue Lakes Colorado. However, due to of lack of service, we had no idea.
Being in such close proximity of us, he sent it to Utah to come hang and meet up with his friend Kailen.
Kailen visited Oneonta this past semester. After meeting him, I mentioned this trip.
He was so welcoming to take us out with him while in Salt Lake City, and give us a locals only tour.
Upon arrival in Orem, Utah, Kailen gave us some good recommendations for hiking and an invitation to a house party being thrown that night… a house party in Utah??? Yah, not what we expected either.
At the party we caught up with DJ and his buddy Brad who was on the cross-country excursion with him.
Brad was a cool quiet dude; he goes to Buffalo State for engineering. He is also in classes to become a pilot…pretty dope.
At the party, we were constantly being asked if we were the girls from New York. Yes, yes, we are.
I guess everyone else there was a part of a friend group or Mormons.
What
What are you doing here…?
Bottom line, there is a fuck ton of red rocks, if you couldn’t tell from the beginning of this.
While in Colorado Springs, we got to experience the Garden of the Gods. It is this beautiful State Park with crazy large rock formations. They were smooth red rocks.
Before the sun set, we drove down the block to a LEGAL marijuana dispensary and acquired some flowers ;)
One pre-roll, and two chocolate bars later we returned to the Gardens of the Gods for a fiery sunset.
The atmosphere around the area already appears to have a sunset hue throughout the day, guess why??
Yup, the red rocks.
But it gives the sunsets this crazy enhanced color, with a little joint it make the sunset even more spectacular.
The following day in Colorado Springs, we went to visit this town that the locals call, “the town stuck in time,” also known as Manitou.
It was this super cute hippy dippy town with herbal Apothecary’s, glass shops, and bohemian little boutiques.
After, we stumbled across this crazy dope bar in Downtown Colorado Springs. It was an instillation art museum bar, and the main exhibit at the time was based on the Netflix original The Queens Gambit.
This giant bar had about seven different bar areas within the one location. Each spread out and each with their own vibes and aesthetics.
The vibes ranged from the specific beers they had on tap and the cocktails they offered, to the wood used for the bar top and lighting. There was even an upstairs with neon paintings, where you were provided with 3-D glasses to get the full effect.
There was an outdoor area with cornhole and an indoor game room with every board game you could imagine.
I could live in that bar forever… I peeked on a Wednesday night <3
In Utah, we rented a cute barn Air bnb for three nights, in a lovely air-conditioned upstairs unit.
We cleaned all our camping dishes as soon as we arrived, utilizing the water as much as possible.
The following day we went on this lovely hike to see some great views, and yup, you guessed it… some more red rocks!!!
After the hike in 100-degree weather, we decided to look for the nearest body of water to submerge in.
We went to Utah Lake State Park, a body of water that does not exceed 9 feet at its highest water level (and it stains your skin).
I thought I’d seen the nastiest water in the Hudson River, but nope, this shit was so dirty I could not see my toes when the water level was at my ankles.
Post standing in the water for 20 minutes questioning if we should go in, we indeed did not fully submerge, thank god because Maya informed us Utah often dumps sewage in the lake to dispose of it.
I instantly felt like I was in the lake in the Simson’s movie that stored Spidey Pig’s halo of shit.
That night we went to the Utah house party. We had no idea what to expect going in. Usually, house parties are small gatherings, but here we were the bitches from New York.
A small gathering is indeed what it was.
The following day we set off for a hike to some hot springs. Hot springs are natural hot water pools often off the side of a river or creek.
These hot springs were different from the ones we saw in New Mexico, it was about a mile long of multiple hot pools. The farther up we went the hotter the springs got.
After hiking two miles in 105-degree weather, the heat from the water was our enemy. It also smelled like rotten eggs?? I guess they forget to warn you of these things before you start the hike.
Post hike we picked up some Chinese takeout food and went on our way back home to pack up for our departure.
Driving to Zion area, we passed some new textured red rocks, these were sharper and more linear.
We spent two days there, because it is near impossible to see the whole park in that heat, let alone in a day.
At nights, we would cook dinner on our portable propane stove. The first night we chefed up turkey burgers, with sauteed onions and zucchini. The second night we made camping mac and cheese… boxed mac, cheddar hot dogs, and grilled chicken with a side of roasted veggies. The last night we ate the left-over chicken in a southwestern salad wrap.
Cooking in the woods is probably my favorite part of camping because you reinvent ways to create easy meals that satisfy your every need.
Where
Where to next…
Colorado Springs was a gorgeous area with a very large city and hikes everywhere. It was the best combination of hmm I want to go out on the town for some drinks, and hey let’s get lost in the woods and hope a bear doesn’t attack us.
The quote, “take a hike!” really applies here. You can get annoyed at someone in a bar and say, “take a hike” and it is very possible for them to just walk outside and take a fucking hike.
Post springs, we hit up Utah.
We set off on our 9-hour drive to Utah!! The home of Mormons and more red rock mountains.
In Utah there is a surplus of children. I know this sounds like it would be anywhere like the baby boom, but this shit is super locational.
Specifically in Orem, which is right outside of Salt Lake City, their target audience in stores is children and parents.
The Walmart there was divided up between 25% of food items, 25% household items, and 50% baby accessories and food.
While out on the town, basically every person has a baby or kids in bulk. About 5-6 is the average amount of kids per family.
Within Utah we stayed in Orem and Virgin (which is right outside of Zion National Park).
The town of Virgin was exactly how it sounds, prudent, quiet with little to no action.
While camping there for three nights, we traveled to Zion National Park for the day. Zion was this gorgeously large area of BIG red rocks.
So, my question is, why is that one area of red rocks considered a national park? What makes that area better than the other red rock areas for the national parks to take ownership of it?
When
When the fire starts to burn…
While in Colorado Springs for two nights, we caught up on laundry and energy, in a nice, air-conditioned house.
We drove to Utah and stayed there for six nights, three nights were spent in a loft Air bnb, and the other three were spent camping out in the desert in our tent, while DJ and Brad slept in their hammocks.
We were lucky enough to get some shade within the average 100-degree weather of the deserts. But not lucky enough to have a campfire, since there was a fire ban in effect, due to the lack of rain fall which hasn’t happened in weeks and wont for longer.
We are now back on the road…
Why
Why is it so hot out…?
I never thought I would enjoy a super-hot atmosphere, but with dead heat like this, it doesn’t feel too bad… plus my tan is coming in faster than ever before.
The weather consists of dry heat. So dry and hot that you kind of feel cold sometimes. It’s the kind of heat that makes you sweat, but the sweat is evaporated off your body before you realize it exists.
It’s not too bad… next week it will be 116-degrees in Utah. I don’t know how people live here without pools.
How
How you doinnnnn…
Being that bitch from New York comes with a lot of questions… How did you guys plan this? Why now? Where to next?
All I can say is we just out here doing our best… we made it this far, wish us best of luck and follow my blog for updates
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"I'm not leaving without a gold one!" Tales from the iPhone 5S line The cell phone as a design adornment prompts imbecilic histrionics.
I am not a New Yorker; remaining in lines make me need to begin wounding individuals. The last time I really went to a for-genuine physical Apple Store to buy a for-genuine Apple item (as opposed to requesting on the web like a normal individual) return in 2007 when I spent an entire day stayed outdoors sitting tight for an original iPhone. That was a hopeless affair as was this current morning's sit tight for an iPhone 5S. In any case, it wasn't all awful, in light of the fact that I got the chance to get very close with the sort of individuals who need gold iPhones.Apple didn't give Ars propelled survey equipment for both of the new iPhone models, so both Ars Senior Product Specialist Andrew Cunningham and I ended up in line at our separate Apple Stores on the morning of the iPhone 5S dispatch, holding up alongside every other person. As opposed to kicking back and appreciating the new components, we'll be diving in throughout the end of the week to present to you some strong, Ars-style audits toward the start of one week from now.
Andrew had his own tribulation to persist to get his iPhone, however the procedure here in Houston was moderately direct. I touched base at Baybrook Mall somewhat after 7:30am; early reports were that lines at Apple Stores the nation over were quite light, and I was confident that I wouldn't be too far back—yet oh dear, it was not to be. There were no less than 100 individuals as of now lined up around the wellspring before the Baybrook Apple Store.
The Apple Store representatives were cheerful—most had been there since 5:00am, and I was satisfied to find that there were a lot of iPhones 5Ss still left, in precisely the arrangement I was looking for—dark, 32GB, AT&T. The representatives issued me a stamped ticket with my decision on it, promising me equipment, and I assumed up my position in line. The Cinnabon around the bend was at that point working in high apparatus, and the shopping center possessed a scent reminiscent of sweet heart assaults and espresso; around us, elderly shopping center walkers circled like wrinkly, ambiguously opposing satellites. We were on their turf, and they couldn't have cared less for our innovation or our whipper-snapper ways.
Amounts of non-dark—er, non-Space Gray, sad—were pointedly constrained. Apple Store representatives campaigned the line, offering water and Starbucks espresso and noting questions; the accessible amount of white and gold iPhone 5Ss was ceaselessly raised.
The individual in line behind me was occupied with an extended telephone fight with Verizon Wireless to change her record such that she could move up to a 5S. I didn't give careful consideration as she on the other hand shouted and begged the Verizon telephone agent, since I was attempting to make up for lost time with email and make unexpected tweets about remaining in line at the Apple Store for another iPhone. The clock struck eight, and the salesfolk did their typical exasperatingly energetic store opening/high-five schedule; iPhone boomboxes were delivered, and individuals started to be introduced the store to gather their new phones.Denial
The inconvenience began right when the individual behind me got off the telephone with Verizon. As an Apple worker dropped by to inquire as to whether anybody required anything—they were truly very pleasant!— she asked what number of gold iPhones were cleared out.
"Goodness, we just got five," the worker answered. "They're as of now gone."
She expressed a level "What?" that slice through the "My Chemical Romance" melody on the closest boombox like a spear, and heads snapped toward her everything here and there the line; you could for all intents and purposes hear the snap of eyeballs centering. Something was going to Go Down.
The worker knew, as well; she immediately offered to get the store chief, and the forthcoming gold-searcher concurred. A tall blue-shirted Apple individual sauntered over with a name identification recognizing himself as the supervisor. He looked inviting, however drained. The question was rehashed, this time with a menacingly explanatory air: "What number of gold iPhones do you have cleared out?"
Outrage
The client responded gravely to being told a moment time that there were none. "You must child me," she said. "That is unsuitable."
I flashed quickly back to my long-gone retail days and felt a cut of sensitivity for the supervisor. He clarified that they got just a set number of gold iPhones—reflecting the shortage of white iPhone 4s a couple of years in a move that no modest number of media outlets are calling a ponder mental ploy, and things deteriorated.
"You have to get me a gold iPhone," the client told the administrator. "I am sitting tight in line for one and I'm not leaving without one." After being informed that wasn't conceivable, she changed gears: "You have to call some other Apple store, then, and inspire them to hold one for me at this moment."
Houston is the country's fourth-biggest city; all things considered, we rate five Apple stores in and around the metro range. Be that as it may, the administrator immediately clarified her of finding a gold iPhone at another Apple store; supplies of the glossy sparkly were firmly assigned, and likely as of now totally gone.
She didn't exactly step her feet, however I could see the internal identity stressing to blast forward. Rather, however, she verbally heightened. Beside the music—it had proceeded onward to something I didn't perceive in light of the fact that I'm 35 and quick moving toward shopping center strolling age—her voice was the main sound to be listened.
Bartering
"All things considered, you individuals better have the capacity to get me one of those white iPhones, then. I'm not going to squander my morning in line for a dark iPhone." The director asked what bearer she was utilizing, and after that shook his head once more—there were no white Verizon iPhone 5Ss remaining, either. The administrator let her realize that her most logical option, in the event that she needed an iPhone 5S today, is purchase the one for which she was holding a ticket—a Space Gray model—and return it inside fourteen days for another model.
"So will have gold iPhones soon, then?" she inquired.
"It won't not be for half a month," he answered. More verbal mishandle took after.
Ineptitude
She in the long run murmured noisily and let the supervisor realize that she would purchase the telephone for which she had the ticket. As he left, she dialed a companion on her current telephone—a white iPhone 4 or 4S—and immediately transferred a variant of the occasions the entire line had recently seen. In any case, in her form, the supervisor was plainly a nitwit, and she would need to waste every last bit of her morning to get a telephone she didn't need.
At that point, the sensation. "I gotta have the gold one. I couldn't care less. I don't waaaaaaaaant this moronic dark iPhone!" she cried. "It's going to make individuals believe I'm a lesbian!"
I didn't know whether to chuckle or cry, so I did what any normal individual would do: I tweeted about it with relinquish.
Acknowledgment
Throughout the following two hours, I heard all the more griping all over the line; the kindred somewhat in front of me was boisterously irate that Apple didn't have any opened iPhones available to be purchased specifically; when informed that in addition to the fact that he would need to purchase a bolted iPhone however that his exclusive shading decision was Space Gray, he exited the line, saying that he was going to Walmart rather, in light of the fact that he heard they had "tons" of gold iPhones. A couple of different people tailed him out the entryway.
I positively don't resent anybody for needing the gadget they need with the alternatives they need, yet the furious gold-enhanced qualification was difficult to watch. Supply-compelled item jump starts draw out the most exceedingly terrible in individuals, and more so when the lines and the shortage may be misleadingly forced—or if nothing else, when the general population holding up in line think they may be. The crash between telephones as gadgets and telephones as form adornments has been beneficial for the gadget makes, yet it likewise draws out a great deal of offensiveness.
Luckily, the new Space Gray iPhone 5S Apple was glad to pitch to me works fine and dandy, regardless of the possibility that it lacks a specific measure of bling-bling. iOS 7 looks similarly as manically comedian insane on it as it would on a gold iPhone, and I didn't need to belittle and chide an Apple Store worker to get my gadget. There's a maxim about how the conduct of a man toward an eatery's hold up staff mirrors the genuine way of one's character: "In the event that somebody is decent to you yet not pleasant to the server, then that individual is not a decent individual."
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