Oh, wonder what’ll happen to Twilight Wars.

Grab all the canned stuff I made at home, and either just ask my mother to buy all them for 40 (a family member can pay me, right?) or convince the family friend who loves the candied jalapeños to buy them.

Overtime I must imagine I’ll be petty as fuck, but starting out I’m just making sure public transport and education are taken care of. Mostly by hiring smarter people than me to make my dream of not having to own a car a reality.

Samesies. It’s a horrible relation with food. I’m always thinking about what I’m going to eat next, even as I’m eating.

I found a rock in a bag of beans twice in my life. My mother found one when I was a child and made sure I saw why we look through them first.

Then as an adult. Once. I got to go AHA and grab it.

I’ve seen blood in chicken eggs much more commonly!

Oh wow, sooner than I thought!

Chicken buillon powder at the Asian Market.

It’s nice! I like it better than the store brand I normally get.

My first cat was my grandmother’s purebred Russian blue cat. She moved in with us when I was a kid and brought her Russian blue and Scottish fold. The Russian blue became mine and the Scottish fold welded herself to my mother. Poor grandmother, both her cats abandoned her!

Most memorable acquisition was playing rpgs at someone’s home. A whip thin cat runs out, eyes as big as dinner plates, scared.

What a lovely cat! I say. Because it’s a cat. I love all cats the second I view them.

Everyone who lived there turned and said at the same time

DO YOU WANT HER

And that’s how we brought home a cat

I miss her

She was the best cat known to humans.

Only sometimes!

Okay, that time was.

But when she’s on the floor? Not bait!

Only sometimes a trap!

Like right then. It was a trap then.

But sometimes she wants belly pets! So I keep trying.

I’m sure they have nicknames for us, but I think of them as houses before people. “House with loud dog” “The Name House” “The First Name House” “proselytizer house”

First name house and name house are not those families anymore. Those people either died or moved out.

Cats are always on the good end of the touching scale. With their permission!

Oh, it’s a way sensory overload can manifest. I hate lace, although admire the artwork of it. I like soft plush things and running my fingers on things that are smooth. I don’t like wearing silks though, too slippery on the body. Some fabrics make SOUND and those are the worst.

About which? Being autistic or having sensory overload related to physical sensations?

Bananas expensive?? They’re usually the cheapest fruit around. My mother loved giving them to us. Sometimes we’d slice them long wise so they’d have a flat top, then put chocolate chips on there! Great after school snack.

She agrees with you!

She also has a white tummy and the tips of just her back paws are also white!

It helps so much to make my brain stop caring about Too Many Sounds and Bad Fabrics its wild.

Despite what my mother’s husband thinks, I’ve never been a member of his household. My twin, who was, lives with me now.

He’d tell my mother, but not his own sons or my twin. (My mother, once she knew, would have told everyone else in the household. Luckily they’ve never had a water boil down there)

I don’t like him very much.

The phone number is not required for the accounts here. Also there’s a lot of people that misses. It only covers one person in our three person household, and only one person in my mother’s five person household. Luckily the person who pays the water here told us. My mother’s husband absolutely would not tell three of the other people in their household until after someone drank the water cause not his job to let people know he says.