Well, I was supposed to be back home yesterday. I am not. I am still in Cardiff. Let's talk about how this all happened. My flight was to depart at 10:45. I was not aware of the rule that check-in closes an hour to departure. For extra hilarity, thanks to a rule with my carrier in the US, my phone's international calling and roaming is disabled by the 5th. "I'll be home soon, it's all good," I think. I'll get back to that.
Caby and I make it to Heathrow departures at 9:50. The check-in fails. I Read more
Before we begin, NEW CABY SITE. NOT A DRILL. PLEASE GO VISIT IT. OLD FLASH GAME VIBES ARE EVERYWHERE. IT'S ADORABLE AND IT'S FUN. Paired with that, she wrote a journal last night while I was out getting snacks from Lidl with Trys, and she's been chewing on a lot of the same thoughts that I have about leaving. It's a phenomenally bittersweet thing, more so than last time. It's become so natural, this trip has been so relaxed, so domestic, and yet I am so much more aware of myself and what I'm Read more
So a weird thing's happened! I'm drawing stuff and people like it: "Okay, well, maybe that's just how active I've been with the community on Sheezy. Let's check FurAffinity." Well, alrighty then! I didn't post anything of them to this journal (or my long-neglected static HTML art gallery on mari@macintosh.garden, which I'll update when I get back), but I drew both Cammy and Colton in separate drawings, and both of them have done remarkably well basically everywhere I post art (save Weasyl, but Read more
So it turns out, when you let Cammy loose in a foreign country with his Staples money, he buys a shitton of CDs with it. Have a nice look at what I'll have to get through customs in two weeks: There's nineteen in that stack. A few were grabbed from Sister Ray in London (which was honestly pretty unremarkable, though the CD selection was nice), a few more from Spillers once more, and the rest (probably half the stack) were grabbed from the absolutely legendary Kelly's in Cardiff Market. I don't Read more
Think like you haven't ever, try to remember the days When we would talk 'til the light, before morning Your summer neck is burned with salt and sand I lost my fingers trying to find your old hands In time, maybe We'll discover we Could've been closer to the core, yeah In time, maybe We'll discover we Could've been closer, closer It's funny, how perspective works. I've mentioned this before, but I've really sequestered myself these past few years. There's only so often you can watch things blow Read more
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