When I eventually am moved into my new place and settled, I should buy a really cool artisan brand of ground coffee, since I don't drink coffee but other people do, so it'd last a long time and be appreciated by people (or they'd hate it, and I'd say 'well it's all I've fucking got, so either drink it, shut up, or get the fuck out of my house!') I'm thinking that one company Little's because they're such pretty jars AND are relatively cheap for an indie instant coffee brand. However, I don't want to stay on instant coffee forever because I'd just love to be stupidly difficult for no reason, so when I'm properly settled and the place actually feels like mine, I'll go real fancy. I might be lazy and get an american-like glass spherical coffee jug thing, or I could learn how to do a proper actual french press (or an aeropress ooh I'm researching as I write and it's so convenient!) and I'd buy Dark Arts Coffee specifically their 'Life After Death' one because I want to try it it sounds yummy even though I don't like coffee, and the box art is so pretty I want it on my countertop.
I put a tiny orange cat up in the top left corner of this page named Nepeta. She's the virtual avatar of my real life pet cat Nepeta, also known as Nep, Neppy, Neppers, Nepeter, Nepator, Neppy-Boo, Neppy-Bear, Neppykins, Fatty, Fat Gyal, Fat Lady, Smelly Lady, Smelly Gyal, Old Lady, Fat Old Lady, Smelly Farthead, Fart-Arse, Little Baby, Sweetiepie, Sweetheart, Baby, Booboo, Boobs, et cetera. I love her so much that when I was fainting of hunger in the middle of the pandemic I made myself promise that I couldn't die before Nep does, and I have her birthday tattooed on my ankle. Yeah, that's her name, and no I didn't name her it after the catnip plant - I have the sburb logo tattooed on my wrist! I'm terribly allergic to cats and even slight contact of cat dander to my face makes me itch and go red and sneezy, but this is just one of Gods little tests. Anyways, the cat follows your cursor if you click on her. Adorbs!!!
I need to climb a tree soon. I used to climb trees all the damn time when I was a kid, I think it'd do me good if I just fucked off for an hour and did some good ol' fashioned tree-climbing. I am currently pretty desperate to hurt myself, so if I end up hurting myself tree climbing it'll be good since I'm not doing it on purpose, just a by-product of my odd excercise activity. Just need to put on some joggers, my boots and a long sleeve tee, go into the woods behind my house and find a good tree. I want to see if I can force myself into doing a pull-up, because I don't know if I can actually do one. I tried in work a little bit but the only makeshift pull-up bar is the cage door, which the entire factory floor can see, so I didn't want to try and fail and risk someone having been paying attention to what I was doing lmao
OC storyline based off of the silk road marketplace. Some girl, a trans woman, singlehandedly runs the servers and moderates the site for these anonymous transactions to take place. Furry (obviously), she's a mid-thirties pre-trans girl who came out late, straight-laced sans an addiction to meth shes trying and failing to kick (hello breaking bad). Made the site as a way to make easier her substance abuse and to take steps to acquire DIYHRT, though it slowly but surely spiralled out of hand. She pacified herself while slowly allowing harder and harder things the more money she made off of their transactions, but before long the paranoia got the better of her and she abandoned it all. Got really weird about killing it though, like she couldn't seperate where she began and the marketplace ended. Ends up taking her own life by hanging herself with her ethernet cable.