Jubilation of the mysterious and venerable house of Lee

Why you do me like this? They were totally talking to 16 year old me when writing this.

https://open.spotify.com/track/0zSemnpoUFdtesuHTZ3ifv?si=io64I6akR_u3dR6NGyQODw&context=spotify%3Aplaylist%3A6k5DgkdLq75nqUOpPdFNdD&dl_branch=1

https://vm.tiktok.com/ZSJ9PgRtH/

Like we haven’t all been there the first time we tried like, a standing backflip

Someone validate my existence.

https://fb.watch/4A15WsvoE1/

Like, go watch that. I mean, I’d eat it but holy crap.

How the fuck do regular people deal with this shit? I'm on day whatever of having this stupid brace on and it's making me batty.

(Doug, I need some more programming books, I finished the basic stuff yesterday. Or like, give me something to do with this stuff? I need to cement it in my squishy head meats.)

I swear to little green Martians if I can't work out again soon I'm going to stab something. I have boobs again. It's terrible, none of my bras fit. I need to go shopping. Or just blow up a couple of buildings.

(MA, think I could hit you up for that contact you have re: poisons? I've been totally studying World War II spies lately, this shit is awesome. But I'm like, on my last book and I could do with the outside time. )

Given that I don’t technically count as Christian (I think my folks were Confucian but considering they died it wasn’t a thing that they taught me)

I suppose I’m not meant to get presents or whatever but hah! I don’t care about you’re religious prejudices. Give me my gifts, peasants.

In other news: Who has the Chinese order this year? I’m inviting myself to your holiday function whatever it is.

Feed Me!

I think my physio is some kind of pain demon. I’m pretty damn sure they are.

Mandy? Got any ‘Is this person who loves to force me to do just one more stretch a demon’ spells?

Remind me to thank whatever joyous being invented speedos.

Q: What has two butts and kills people?

A: An AssAssin!

(I’ll be here all week, remember to tip your waitress)

Im not an insomniac, despite what it might seem like due to various midnight ambles. Mostly I just wake up from screaming nightmares more often than not.

It’s fine, perfectly happy to talk to various shrinks provided for me and other forms of coping.

The dreams themselves are mostly old hat these days. They’re mostly an excuse to wander the mansion at weird hours and raid people’s fridges. (Those that allow it, anyhow. No Artie, I stay away from your shit. )

I think the weirdest dream I ever had was just nothing. I mean, literal black void. Not even like staring at the back of your eyelids or deep in a cave darkness. Just, nothing.

Teach me to watch The Never-ending story before bed. Also, movie ended. So how was that the ‘Never-ending’ story. Should have been the ‘Probably quite long for the time period but it’s no Lord of the Rings: Return of the King’ story.