There’s an Asian Market near me (literally called that) and it’s always fun to explore and see what new thing we can find to try! Lots of snacks, lots of ramen, lots of spices!

I’ve lived near casinos my entire life, and I can’t understand the appeal of the gambling part. Unless it’s the shiny lights. I like those. Those are nice.

A few minutes. No minutes today, or most years here. I’m in a solidly blue state though.

Quite frequently I have no energy. But me and my husband need to eat. So premade it is. When I do have energy? I’ll cook, bake, from scratch! And if I have a lot off energy, maybe I’ll premake something and freeze it, like ravioli or a lasagna.

Closest wawa to me has no gas which I prefer.

The quesadillas are good. At 2am. When maybe not very sober.

The ice cream section use to be bigger, they cut that down to like one cabinet and I’m sad. They use to sell dove bars!!

Making so an ‘adult disabled since childhood’ can get married to someone who isn’t also an ‘adult disabled since childhood’ without losing all their benefits and ssdi stuff would be nice.

There’s all that other stuff, but that’s important to me.

Maybe also up ssdi amounts. And make Medicare not suck ass.

I would die of sleep deprivation or maybe heat stroke so thanks but can’t!

Yeah. We were less lucky ages and ages ago when we all got sick with…the flu? Pneumonia? Something near the holidays. That sucked horribly.

Most recently because my memory is bad? Had some ramen with leftover brisket. I had been eating it for a bit, but the brisket had just past the point of no return.

Luckily I was the only one to eat that, so me and the single toilet were not disturbed.

I turned to look and see if my blanket had flowers on it, but no it’s geometric so I’m safe and totally not this meme right now haha.

Yes, which is why they are absolute hell for my brain.

My autism manifests heavily on the side of hating certain feelings and very much hating anything tight on me. Anywhere. Makes it difficult to wear anything. Especially bras. Which is very bad as it’s very obvious I am not wearing one.

So instead of trying to find one that works I just have up caring.

Still trying to find comfortable clothes but if I find that, I care little how it looks. Usually. Until the anxiety manages to come screaming in.

Anyone who shows up at my door gets candy

As no one has this year, or the last several years

This is a sensory nightmare omg

Hobbies that are creative for me are cooking/baking/canning. Which reminds me, I need to get apples for apple butter.

I am fairly certain there are no trees on the property anymore. I don’t know what they had against trees, but they tore out everything!

Weeping willow trees. We had one at my childhood home. When it was sold, the new owners tore it out. I was very sad.

The ada is amazing. My husband grew up just as it was being put into place and remembers the protests (to get it, not against it). Without it, things are much more difficult. I know there will be handicapped parking, and cutins on sidewalks and bathrooms and stuff wherever we go without having to look it up.

There’s a glass of lemonade somewhere in the gulf of space at the end of where I am laying down, then there’s my husband, and then there is a glass of lemonade.

I watched it at the time. It was okay? It felt very of the time it was made, but I can’t say for sure. I haven’t watched it recently either.