I Left My Siblings To Make Me In Sims, And I'm Too Scared To Go Into The Room And See What They Did.

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.

When me and my siblings were little, we were told stories about these "Older Siblings" who all died in the most strangest ways. The most memorable one was about an "Older Brother" who died while running a marathon. He was running backwards while eating a bowl of cereal and ran off the track. He ended up running straight off a cliff. My older brother said the story always gave him nightmares, yet our parents claim they don't know where the stories came from. We still don't know the source, and the only other stories I can recall, though I don't remember the details, is one about an "Older Sister" who ate flowers and was poisoned, and an "Older Brother" who drowned under frozen ice due to some unusual circumstances.

I am in so much PAIN right now, it's not even funny.

I can barely even walk. I literally just sitting in bed, not even moving, and I can still feel it.

It's times like this I wish I lacked a physical form.

I think my brain broke, because I forgot the word for pizza, and the first thing that popped into my head was: "Smiley Pie Crust Dinner."

"Please! Don't leave me again!"

"I died. Do you think I had a choice in the matter?!"

Bone Apple Tea

I have been horrifically inspired; I take full credit and no responsibility for what I say next.

You know how people purposefully mispronounce Bon apatite as bone apple tea? Here me out.

If you were to actually make it, how would you? How do you think it would taste? I have just spent the past half hour thinking about this, and now you will too.

I think I've thought up two generic ways to make it.

Number one. Boil apple peels, and bones in water. I'd do peels because it's the easiest part to boil, and this is tea, not apple juice, so the flesh isn't an option. Also, we're staying away from the core because I'd rather not poison anyone. As for the bones, I'd just buy fried chicken or turkey and take the bones out and use those. Not only because it's precooked, and again, we're avoiding making people sick, but also because the fat, thus the flavor has been cooked into the bones.

Number two. The Poorman's version. Boil equal parts broth, apple juice, and water. Fun fact! People often times boil bones to make broth, so I think this is a proper substitute. I'd again use either chicken or turkey broth for this, not only are these probably cheaper, but I think the flavors would mesh well, or as well as they can. I think the apple juice is self-explanatory, and although I'd aim for 100%, if watered down is cheaper, then by all means use it. I'd just be impressed someone would try this.

I honestly think I wouldn't be able to sleep if I didn't get this down. If any of you masochists are brave enough to try this, let me know how it turns out! Bon apatite!

It's 3:30 AM and I know I should be asleep, especially seance I have to wake up early tomorrow, but I'm too proud of myself to care. For the past, I don't even know how long, I've been in that extremely depressive stage where I'll just lay in bed all day and it's hard to tell what's real from something I dreamed about. But tonight, I finally put in the effort to clean my third of the room, fold my clothes, put them into draws, organize my desk and selves, including sort through a bunch of papers, and just all-round be productive!

I was heading upstairs for the night when I walked past my parents' bedroom. I have no idea what they're watching, but someone on the tv said, "You can do great things, but you don't have to sell your soul."

Now, many things went through my head in that moment, but somehow, as I was ascending the dark stairwell in the middle of the night, I whispered, "But it's free real estate."

I'm just disappointed I didn't accidently scare anyone.

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.

Pesky Birb