The bell situated atop the entrance jangled loud and clear as Kyle heaved the bag of smelly clothing into the laundromat. From the way it sounded, you'd think everyone and their dog would turn o see it, but nope. Everyone was too busy tending to their own clothes or watching their telenovelas on the TVs above, cartoon or otherwise.
Kyle thought the job was a nuisance. Why'd his parents think it was a good idea to leave him here, of all places, to wash and dry THEIR dirty clothes? It was sickening. He had things to do, people to see, songs to hear! Or at least, he wished he did, so as to give himself the sensation of being too busy to do some chores.
But try as he might, he couldn't argue. And so dreams of his vidya game collection in Parkview and the milkshakes at the Beanery and Creamery filled his head as he droned through the black garbage bag, aimlessly throwing the shirts and skirts into one of the washers. As he went to buy the soap, one particular brand of detergent caught his eye: Freshie.
He knew the smell of it from a mile away, but he didn't want to be associated with it at all. No, it was too intertwined with the memories of the best time of his measly 17-year life, and how it all came crashing down when he screwed up.
He bought a small box of Sweep instead. The less reminders, the better.
Kyle watched the clothes tumble around the machine's edges with a shade of ennui. He wasn't the telenovela type, and the only other thing on the TVs was some corny kids' show that was much better about ten years ago.
At first the washer went rather slowly, but gradually the clothes began whirring around the chamber, surrounded by a sea of white soap. The washer started to make a racket at that point, banging rhythmically to a beat only it could hear.
The noise made Kyle think of that time in his life once again. She used to enjoy playing the drums for him at her house, and even though she wasn't great Kyle enjoyed it anyway. It was a moment they shared often, just the two of them.
To make up for her bad drummin' skills she would dust her father's record player off and put a few LP's on for fun's sake. Her favorite was Owl City's Ocean Eyes, a white record full of breezy pop music from the dreamscapes of a young insomniac.
Suddenly the beat of the washer made much more sense. But he didn't want to hear it. The songs were as happy as they could be, and he would have remembered them fondly but there was no way he could with the state they fell apart in.
Kyle felt a connection that she didn't, and when he told her about it, she began to go distant, and they didn't talk for a long while. It was only made worse by their classmates, who gossiped about it and laughed about how much of a chance he didn't have with her.
But she wasn't the one laughing. They were.
He was aching to know what she felt, and if she'd hate him forever if they were to ever cross paths again. It had been a few months.
The clothes finished washing after a quick spin cycle, and Kyle tried to take his mind off of the subject as he took the load to the dryers. But just before he started loading the clothes in one of them, the bell began to clang once more, and he heard his name.
"Kyle?"
He looked up from the clothing to find her standing on the other side of the laundromat.
"Is that you?"
He nodded, not changing a single thing about his face. "Evie," he said.
"I'm sorry for... for earlier this year," she said, walking up to him. "I didn't handle it very well."
"It happens," he replied, resuming with loading the dryer.
"Do you think we could still be friends?" she asked, holding some of the clothes out to Kyle.
The question made him stop. He'd heard about this, how girls always "friend zoned" his bros whenever they tried to see if a relationship would work and it didn't. But Kyle didn't think of friendship as a punishment-- far from it. He knew he'd enjoyed Evie's company back then and it was an honor for her to feel that way about him, even if they weren't going to go steady.
He placed a palm on her clothes pile and smiled. "I'd love to, Evie."
And so the two of them dried the clothes together, their friendship made new once more.
I really shouldn't be reading the H*R Wiki forums at 3 AM, when I should be asleep. It's like reading the parts of Homestuck where Jane is exploring her planet...really sad, and almost enough to give you an existential crisis. :/.
You are the end result of a “would you push the button” prompt where the prompt was “you have unlimited godlike powers but you appear to all and sundry to be an impetuous child” – Zero, 2022
Specifically, the tape holding the frame of my computer together has broken apart, along with the makeshift bar....thing that's currently holding my chair together. Considering that most of my days are spent at this chair, on this computer, that's about most of my life falling apart there.
Why I'm at this chair, on this computer, for most of my life goes into figurative tape.
The Xbox conference just ended. Respawn Entertainment's game Titanfall looked pretty kewl, as did Killer Instinct. There was a Halo tease and a (awkwardly delayed) Battlefield 4 demo but that last one just left me disappointed that DICE wasn't showing off Mirror's Edge 2. I'm also kinda really excited to see what the deal is with Sunset Overdrive but coming from Insomniac makes me feel like I'll have to see a gameplay trailer before getting hooked.
The Xbox One's $499/€499/£429 price tag is a bit steep but relatively expected. Also I'm pumped for the ability to share Xbox Live Gold subscriptions, if only because it gets rid of a gross turn off I've had to deal with since the first Xbox. I'm still hoping Mikeysoft gives us a bit more clarification on the whole trade-in situation because it makes me a little nervous.
The Xbox One's $499/€499/£429 price tag is a bit steep but relatively expected.
A bit steep?
I'm calling it now: $100 price cut within the year after the X1's release. M$ just made it high as a way to make a quick billion off of the early adopters, they could afford to whittle it down but they aren't going to because they're M$.
Same thing with Sony, presumably. I'm hoping that the PS4 isn't so high at release, though, because Sony already tried that and it didn't work out so well for them.
My cousin has an eight-year-old son who likes to run around outside "fighting the bad guys" which means basically punching and kicking the air. He can do this for hours, and I feel terrible when I get bored of doing it with him; because I want people to indulge me (for example, if I'm talking about the Plantagenet family, I don't want to change the subject just because you got bored after three hours; it's not my fault you have a tiny little short attention span).
He also likes to bring the video games from his house over and play them at my home whenever his mother tells him to stop playing video games because he's played them too much. He can do this indefinitely, as far as I can see; I've never seen him get bored, even after an eight-hour marathon when none of my family was home (we were on vacation, and we got back to find him playing Super Smash Brothers Brawl. I asked him how long he'd been playing, and he said he'd been playing since his mother went to work; which was, going by her usual schedule, about eight hours before the time we came home). Said cousin is at my house as I write this, playing his games.
I know it's not healthy and I know I should tell him to stop, but I don't have the heart to tell him to do something he doesn't want to do. I know how much I like to spend hours just reading and how annoying it is to be interrupted, and I don't want to inflict that on anyone else.
This is just like how whenever anyone else wants to use the computer while I'm on, I always get off because I don't have the heart to say "no, I'm not getting off, too bad for you".
Speaking of computers, Mom doesn't want anyone on her work computer anymore except herself and Dad; so I'm typing this on La Computadora, the legendarily bad computer of frequent KYBARD MALUNCTIONS. This post took a half hour to write.
Sorry if I'm cranky today, I only got eight hours of sleep instead of my needed nine. I want to break the world. Especially those chinese restaurants where they tie shut the mouths of alligators and let them walk around the restaurant so the customers can see them and choose which ones they want to eat; because China is apparently now filled with Cajuns or something and I don't care if that's rude or offensive because I'm cranky today.
My cousin has an eight-year-old son who likes to run around outside "fighting the bad guys" which means basically punching and kicking the air. He can do this for hours, and I feel terrible when I get bored of doing it with him; because I want people to indulge me (for example, if I'm talking about the Plantagenet family, I don't want to change the subject just because you got bored after three hours; it's not my fault you have a tiny little short attention span).
He also likes to bring the video games from his house over and play them at my home whenever his mother tells him to stop playing video games because he's played them too much. He can do this indefinitely, as far as I can see; I've never seen him get bored, even after an eight-hour marathon when none of my family was home (we were on vacation, and we got back to find him playing Super Smash Brothers Brawl. I asked him how long he'd been playing, and he said he'd been playing since his mother went to work; which was, going by her usual schedule, about eight hours before the time we came home). Said cousin is at my house as I write this, playing his games.
I know it's not healthy and I know I should tell him to stop, but I don't have the heart to tell him to do something he doesn't want to do. I know how much I like to spend hours just reading and how annoying it is to be interrupted, and I don't want to inflict that on anyone else.
This is just like how whenever anyone else wants to use the computer while I'm on, I always get off because I don't have the heart to say "no, I'm not getting off, too bad for you".
Speaking of computers, Mom doesn't want anyone on her work computer anymore except herself and Dad; so I'm typing this on La Computadora, the legendarily bad computer of frequent KYBARD MALUNCTIONS. This post took a half hour to write.
I'd suggest that you suggest different activities to him. Ones that he might find amusing, not boring ones.
And the fact that you are forced to use La Computadora is a crime.
You are the end result of a “would you push the button” prompt where the prompt was “you have unlimited godlike powers but you appear to all and sundry to be an impetuous child” – Zero, 2022
Ugh
I seem to have gotten some kind of stomach virus, so I called off work
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Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
That is, anything done during that time can be excused by mental incapacitation.
Kyle thought the job was a nuisance. Why'd his parents think it was a good idea to leave him here, of all places, to wash and dry THEIR dirty clothes? It was sickening. He had things to do, people to see, songs to hear! Or at least, he wished he did, so as to give himself the sensation of being too busy to do some chores.
But try as he might, he couldn't argue. And so dreams of his vidya game collection in Parkview and the milkshakes at the Beanery and Creamery filled his head as he droned through the black garbage bag, aimlessly throwing the shirts and skirts into one of the washers. As he went to buy the soap, one particular brand of detergent caught his eye: Freshie.
He knew the smell of it from a mile away, but he didn't want to be associated with it at all. No, it was too intertwined with the memories of the best time of his measly 17-year life, and how it all came crashing down when he screwed up.
He bought a small box of Sweep instead. The less reminders, the better.
Kyle watched the clothes tumble around the machine's edges with a shade of ennui. He wasn't the telenovela type, and the only other thing on the TVs was some corny kids' show that was much better about ten years ago.
At first the washer went rather slowly, but gradually the clothes began whirring around the chamber, surrounded by a sea of white soap. The washer started to make a racket at that point, banging rhythmically to a beat only it could hear.
The noise made Kyle think of that time in his life once again. She used to enjoy playing the drums for him at her house, and even though she wasn't great Kyle enjoyed it anyway. It was a moment they shared often, just the two of them.
To make up for her bad drummin' skills she would dust her father's record player off and put a few LP's on for fun's sake. Her favorite was Owl City's Ocean Eyes, a white record full of breezy pop music from the dreamscapes of a young insomniac.
Suddenly the beat of the washer made much more sense. But he didn't want to hear it. The songs were as happy as they could be, and he would have remembered them fondly but there was no way he could with the state they fell apart in.
Kyle felt a connection that she didn't, and when he told her about it, she began to go distant, and they didn't talk for a long while. It was only made worse by their classmates, who gossiped about it and laughed about how much of a chance he didn't have with her.
But she wasn't the one laughing. They were.
He was aching to know what she felt, and if she'd hate him forever if they were to ever cross paths again. It had been a few months.
The clothes finished washing after a quick spin cycle, and Kyle tried to take his mind off of the subject as he took the load to the dryers. But just before he started loading the clothes in one of them, the bell began to clang once more, and he heard his name.
"Kyle?"
He looked up from the clothing to find her standing on the other side of the laundromat.
"Is that you?"
He nodded, not changing a single thing about his face. "Evie," he said.
"I'm sorry for... for earlier this year," she said, walking up to him. "I didn't handle it very well."
"It happens," he replied, resuming with loading the dryer.
"Do you think we could still be friends?" she asked, holding some of the clothes out to Kyle.
The question made him stop. He'd heard about this, how girls always "friend zoned" his bros whenever they tried to see if a relationship would work and it didn't. But Kyle didn't think of friendship as a punishment-- far from it. He knew he'd enjoyed Evie's company back then and it was an honor for her to feel that way about him, even if they weren't going to go steady.
He placed a palm on her clothes pile and smiled. "I'd love to, Evie."
And so the two of them dried the clothes together, their friendship made new once more.
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
Literally. And kind of figuratively, but mainly literally.
I sit here and am thinking about the possibility that there may be whitewashing in Crusader Kings 2
have I gone too far into this whole social justice mindset.
apparently I am mistaken, and the historical Magyars were in fact not Mongolian.
Thus, there is no whitewashing in Crusader Kings 2, but now I am left wondering where the idea that the Magyars were Mongolian got into my head from.
Chris?
I have been playing since last night
you have no idea.
oooh Pixel (creator of Cave Story) is making another game. :D
alas
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
Why I'm at this chair, on this computer, for most of my life goes into figurative tape.
The Xbox conference just ended. Respawn Entertainment's game Titanfall looked pretty kewl, as did Killer Instinct. There was a Halo tease and a (awkwardly delayed) Battlefield 4 demo but that last one just left me disappointed that DICE wasn't showing off Mirror's Edge 2. I'm also kinda really excited to see what the deal is with Sunset Overdrive but coming from Insomniac makes me feel like I'll have to see a gameplay trailer before getting hooked.
The Xbox One's $499/€499/£429 price tag is a bit steep but relatively expected. Also I'm pumped for the ability to share Xbox Live Gold subscriptions, if only because it gets rid of a gross turn off I've had to deal with since the first Xbox. I'm still hoping Mikeysoft gives us a bit more clarification on the whole trade-in situation because it makes me a little nervous.
PS4 reveal later today! I can't wait.
Same thing with Sony, presumably. I'm hoping that the PS4 isn't so high at release, though, because Sony already tried that and it didn't work out so well for them.
He also likes to bring the video games from his house over and play them at my home whenever his mother tells him to stop playing video games because he's played them too much. He can do this indefinitely, as far as I can see; I've never seen him get bored, even after an eight-hour marathon when none of my family was home (we were on vacation, and we got back to find him playing Super Smash Brothers Brawl. I asked him how long he'd been playing, and he said he'd been playing since his mother went to work; which was, going by her usual schedule, about eight hours before the time we came home). Said cousin is at my house as I write this, playing his games.
I know it's not healthy and I know I should tell him to stop, but I don't have the heart to tell him to do something he doesn't want to do. I know how much I like to spend hours just reading and how annoying it is to be interrupted, and I don't want to inflict that on anyone else.
This is just like how whenever anyone else wants to use the computer while I'm on, I always get off because I don't have the heart to say "no, I'm not getting off, too bad for you".
Speaking of computers, Mom doesn't want anyone on her work computer anymore except herself and Dad; so I'm typing this on La Computadora, the legendarily bad computer of frequent KYBARD MALUNCTIONS. This post took a half hour to write.
masked rider
peace
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
And the fact that you are forced to use La Computadora is a crime.
MY BODY IS READY
I seem to have gotten some kind of stomach virus, so I called off work
Makes me feel lazy