Is there spaghetti on your sweater already? -- That moment when your determined optimism has you watch all five seasons of a show when only the first two were worth your time.
TMW you sit down to write a memoir piece about an experience you just lived, and you realize how much you don’t remember.
TMW you order a full, thinking, "I'll save the other half for lunch tomorrow," and it's so good you eat the whole thing. And feel like a pig.
TMW a random lawn sprinkler in your apartment complex decides to fire off at 9pm and vertically soak your shorts all the way to your nutsack. I like a well maintained frontage as well as the next man, but at 9pm? Even normal people with normal schedules are walking their dogs then. Could have been worse. The dude in the closest parking spot has the windows of his Beamer down and just got a courtesy car wash inside and out. Of course, anyone who leaves their windows down in Providence--one of the highest rates of autotheft in the country--is asking for much worse. Fuck the renter's life. Did I mention we bought a house? Inspection on Thursday and close on the 20th.
Congrats on that house finally going through, I remember that the issue was in doubt for a while. Also congrats on the undercarriage wash
Thanks! Different house now than the pre-COVID fanfare. Real estate market is sideways bonkers up in the Northeast now. Stupid expensive to begin with, but the interest rates have dropped to almost nothing, but the inventory is super low because everyone's life is upside down, so out of demand most houses are going for $20K-$30K above asking, but there's some motivated sellers that need cash now and don't want to dither with uncertainty... so I think I got a good deal? I gave the woman what she wanted to cancel the next open house and reject any other offers before somebody went above asking price. Usually not the way I like to do business, but with the world being what it is, I didn't want to have to go through this process again next year and light another 12 months of ridiculous city rent on fire. Yeah, no. I can do that myself at much less PSI of water pressure. I jumped like ten feet in the air and took my poor Yorkie airborne with me. Of course, he loves sprinklers, but his brain is the size of a cashew.
My dad used to murder houseflies... I suppose he still does. He always used to say, just before delivering the killer blow, "Wanna see God?"
That moment when you look through the supposedly detailed plan you wrote for the next story/chapter in your WIP and realise that literally NONE of it is good enough to write from and you're going to have to redo the whole lot. That moment when you know it's just because you were trying a new way of working and basically learning how to do it by trial and error, and therefore this issue wasn't really avoidable, but you're p*ssed off about it anyway.
That moment when you sit down to start the replan, get an idea for something that happens much later in your WIP, chase the rabbit down the hole, and still haven't managed to find your way out of the rabbit hole two hours later. Still trying to figure out whether I should be classifying this as a fail or a win.
TMW you look down at your plate, sure that there was a waffle there a second ago, and you notice your dog across the room giving you side-eye...