I'm Listening To Creator By Lena Raine, The Music Box Version, And I Really Feel Like Wandering Through

brb, gotta go fall off the face of the earth for abit.

Found out about this ankylosaurus earlier today.

I know everyone is talking about how well preserved it is, but I honestly can't stop thinking about the logistics of riding one.

I could fit on one quite comfortably, and it should theoretically be strong enough to carry someone weighing around 3,000 pounds and all. I'm more so concerned about where I would sit. The neck would be uncomfortable for the dino, and the center has all these tiny spikes running down it. I guess somewhere in the middle to the side of the spikes would make sense, but I don't know for certain.

Shoot the messenger, send a message.

I left my siblings to make me in Sims, and I'm too scared to go into the room and see what they did.

I was just sitting in the living room, when out the back door I saw two eyes staring at me. When I got up to get a better look, I saw the outline of a cat on the fence. Unfortunately, the second I tried to open the door in jump off the fence and ran away.

I'm cleaning rocks and watching GTLive. I'm not sure how I expected my day to go, but this is not it.

Me and my siblings are planning on rewatching My Street this summer in preparation for season seven coming in the fall. We get extremely busy during the summer and almost never interact during the day, so they've asked me to calculate the time it will take to watch it so we can fit it into our schedules.

Today we got to help a couple out with yard work, mostly involving raking up leaves, unfortunately, it was raining. So, ya. That was fun. The second I got home I layed down on the couch and passed out for two hours. Yay.

Just wanted a post to remember the day.

6/9/2025 My dad almost sent me to a psych-ward over a panic attack. I was crying and he threatened to hit me with a wooden paddle three times if I didn't do what he asked, the third time I was going to let him, but he stopped right before he did because I still wouldn't move. He threatened to send me somewhere while I was crying on the bathroom floor and over-heard him on the phone with dispatch telling them he thought I was "a danger to herself." He told me to go pack, and I finally calmed down enough to tell him what was wrong. My bag has been sitting on my bed packed for over five hours. So far no one has come, so I think I'm in the clear. I genuinely thought I would end up bleeding out on the bathroom floor or in a mental hospital by now, so I guess tonight went better then it could've?

My little sister moved her desk into our closet, so now she's my secretary. Every time I leave the room, I'll open the door and say, "Hold all my calls and clear my schedule, I'm going out." It's funny because later she'll come up to me and tell me about all these fictional businessmen she had to deal with in my absence, and if that's not what siblinghood is all about, I don't know what is.