I know damn well what BS means in an academic context, but I can’t help but have a little chuckle when I hear it.
I think I’m at that point in my transition where the hormones start to change the way I handle things like my emotions. Idk.
Dinner’s delayed because the dog knocked my dad while he was taking the pizza out of the oven and the pizza ended up on the floor.
Lightning knocked out power for long enough that it shut down my entire room.
Also, the monitor I use for the server ISN’T FUCKING WORKING.
I used to live down the street from my maternal grandmother (not to be confused with my step-grandmother; this was when I was living near back when she was still alive; she died of a heart attack in mid 2014 9 months after we moved here), and she smoked a lot. Like, whenever she took us down the street to her portable home, which I remember being buried behind a bunch of trees, I’d always smell that lingering cigarette smell.