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How many legs do radishes have
- Thread starter vishy fishy
- Start date
around 6 to 7 legs
it's a warm spring night, around 11:30 pm. my eyelids are drooping, and i'm thinking of going to bed soon. i look out the window; it's just beginning to rain, so softly i can't even hear it. it's apparent only in the shimmering of the neighbour's porch light across the street and the faint smell of petrichor through the flyscreen. i've had a long day today, and there's more long days to come. i check the opening hours of the bike store that i need to visit on my way to work tomorrow. the timing will be tight, but it's doable. something's wrong with my derailleur and it's making my chain slip as i pedal. it could be an expensive fix, but it's beyond my bike repair know-how, so there's nothing to be done.
my phone dings: a goodnight message from my girlfriend, with the blue heart emoji, the one she always uses. i reply in kind. she lent me a book recently, truman capote's in cold blood. it's excellent. i'm in two minds: i want to finish it before i see her next, for a bar crawl on friday night (starting at the same bar where we met up for our second date, the one where we first slept together, where i first felt a hint of the feelings that were to come (the moment was when i kissed her on the top of the head and she said "thank you")), but a part of me wants to savour it, to live in the shadows on the kansas praries for months to come. i'll read some before bed like i always do, see where it takes me. i'm doing that a lot lately, seeing where things take me.
i hope it's sunny again tomorrow. i won't check the weather report. i'll find out in the morning.
my phone dings: a goodnight message from my girlfriend, with the blue heart emoji, the one she always uses. i reply in kind. she lent me a book recently, truman capote's in cold blood. it's excellent. i'm in two minds: i want to finish it before i see her next, for a bar crawl on friday night (starting at the same bar where we met up for our second date, the one where we first slept together, where i first felt a hint of the feelings that were to come (the moment was when i kissed her on the top of the head and she said "thank you")), but a part of me wants to savour it, to live in the shadows on the kansas praries for months to come. i'll read some before bed like i always do, see where it takes me. i'm doing that a lot lately, seeing where things take me.
i hope it's sunny again tomorrow. i won't check the weather report. i'll find out in the morning.
It was a typical afternoon. Typical in the sense that I had felt like I had lived this afternoon 100, maybe 1000 times before. The typicality of sitting in my living room on a sunny, Saturday afternoon, watching a typical football game that I didn't really care about, while starting to feel the typical hunger pangs, signaling it was almost time for me to eat my typical dinner. During the next commercial break, I arose from the leather embrace of my couch and made my way to the kitchen. I had leftover wings in the fridge from the day before. How typical.
As the microwave began to hum, a weak scent of lemon pepper seasoning entered my nostrils while the Ozempic jingle floated to my ears from the next room over. Watching the microwave seconds tick down felt almost as interminably long as the commercials between the action in the football game. It was in this moment that I had an out-of-body experience. I zoomed out of my current brain state and reflected: why was I so bored? What could I do to make life more... interesting? Could I find beauty in the absolutely ordinary?
Yes.
I took the wings out of the microwave. When I sat down to eat, I savored every bite. The way the pepper gave a hint of a kick to my tastebudes. The way I couldn't help the grease from getting in my beard. The way that these leftover wings reminded me of the good day I had the day before. I became more in tune with the football game on TV. Sure, I didn't have a rooting interest in who won, but isn't there something to be said about just appreciating a competitive game between two evenly-matched teams?
I deeply appreciated every second of the rest of the evening. I found meaning in the mundane. Truly, each facet of every day on earth is a miracle. "There are cathedrals everywhere for those with the eyes to see."
As the microwave began to hum, a weak scent of lemon pepper seasoning entered my nostrils while the Ozempic jingle floated to my ears from the next room over. Watching the microwave seconds tick down felt almost as interminably long as the commercials between the action in the football game. It was in this moment that I had an out-of-body experience. I zoomed out of my current brain state and reflected: why was I so bored? What could I do to make life more... interesting? Could I find beauty in the absolutely ordinary?
Yes.
I took the wings out of the microwave. When I sat down to eat, I savored every bite. The way the pepper gave a hint of a kick to my tastebudes. The way I couldn't help the grease from getting in my beard. The way that these leftover wings reminded me of the good day I had the day before. I became more in tune with the football game on TV. Sure, I didn't have a rooting interest in who won, but isn't there something to be said about just appreciating a competitive game between two evenly-matched teams?
I deeply appreciated every second of the rest of the evening. I found meaning in the mundane. Truly, each facet of every day on earth is a miracle. "There are cathedrals everywhere for those with the eyes to see."
It was a peaceful afternoon, the light drizzle of autumn rainfall hitting against my window. Closing my computer after doomscrolling and listening to random videos on the internet.
A Jules Vernes novel was sitting on my bedside table, I had been given it to read during the mid-semester break, surely it was a perfect time to start it. I opened it and felt the nostalgic smell of paper hit my nostrils, how long had it been since I'd actually read a book?
Too long.
The 600 pages felt daunting at first, but I found myself reading through it at a pace even I hadn't realized i could read. I remembered my childhood where I would devour one book after the other, and then one day... I had just stopped...
After a hundred or so pages, I set the work down, my stomach grumbling a bit, I couldn't quite remember the last time I'd enjoyed doing something in my free time. It felt like the longest my mind had attached itself to a task that wasn't in front of a screen in a long while.
I smiled taking the remainder of my leftover lentil soup out of the microwave, I'd perhaps reawaken a love for reading, which had long been tucked away.
A Jules Vernes novel was sitting on my bedside table, I had been given it to read during the mid-semester break, surely it was a perfect time to start it. I opened it and felt the nostalgic smell of paper hit my nostrils, how long had it been since I'd actually read a book?
Too long.
The 600 pages felt daunting at first, but I found myself reading through it at a pace even I hadn't realized i could read. I remembered my childhood where I would devour one book after the other, and then one day... I had just stopped...
After a hundred or so pages, I set the work down, my stomach grumbling a bit, I couldn't quite remember the last time I'd enjoyed doing something in my free time. It felt like the longest my mind had attached itself to a task that wasn't in front of a screen in a long while.
I smiled taking the remainder of my leftover lentil soup out of the microwave, I'd perhaps reawaken a love for reading, which had long been tucked away.
liking in cold blood is a major red flag, the book is the textbook example of the author's barely disguised murder fetish
less than people who fuckle with shuckle (more than 0)
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in the bar??? you legend mamp
They have enough legs. Do not give them anymore.
yeah i got it like that