Wake & Bake Tarot Pull: 5 of Swords
tarot pull (wake & bake): five of swords -- power plays, petty drama, dumb wins that still feel like losses.
zoid comes back, like nothing happened. zoom. just flicked right on. an hour late. it reminded me of that episode of seinfeld where george gets fired and just shows up like “smell my finger,” i live here now.
i’m still pissed about his dumb jokes and the way he bails, to say nothing of how he makes a 20-minute meeting take 6 hours… buuutttttt he’s back in the mix, trying to slide right in like a begrimed pixel pussy.
that morning, i spilled a huge cup of hot cinnamon-infused tea all over myself during a zoom call. no warning, just fiery chaos -- burns on my hand, stained clothes, soaked chair. like a gender-fluid cancer cake baptized in yuck. had to suppress a full meltdown because, work call.
later, a trip to dollar tree for supplies was a bust -- no burn relief, no stain removal, no emotional support witch hazel. felt like wandering a cursed charnel house full of off-brand band-aids and expired condoms. crappled and furious before the day even started.
the project keeps moving, buuutttttt the tension lingers under the surface. phyl’s food preferences are very clear: cilantro is her queen. collard shreds make her a hog. parsley is meh. spinach is not bad. carrot loops? gimme or death. banana cookies? i’ve already killed you for it. no survivors. full bunnibalism fantasy.
that morning, i spilled a huge cup of hot cinnamon-infused tea all over myself during a zoom call. no warning, just fiery chaos -- burns on my hand, stained clothes, soaked chair. like a gender-fluid cancer cake baptized in yuck. had to suppress a full meltdown because, work call.
later, a trip to dollar tree for supplies was a bust -- no burn relief, no stain removal, no emotional support witch hazel. felt like wandering a cursed charnel house full of off-brand band-aids and expired condoms. crappled and furious before the day even started.
the project keeps moving, buuutttttt the tension lingers under the surface. phyl’s food preferences are very clear: cilantro is her queen. collard shreds make her a hog. parsley is meh. spinach is not bad. carrot loops? gimme or death. banana cookies? i’ve already killed you for it. no survivors. full bunnibalism fantasy.
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