EclipseandOleander

“Converse…I hate interacting. Well—face to face.”—
          	
          	
          	
          	Insanely true for myself.
          	
          	Don’t ask me to start a conversation.
          	
          	It’s awkward and ends within a minute or two.
          	
          	
          	Because I can’t start conversations unless it’s something interesting, like, cars, or dragons—or—
          	
          	Yeah.
          	
          	
          	Just going to hope I come home to an intact car, and I will tell you why.
          	
          	
          	The neighbor across the road has a boy who does not pay attention when backing out.
          	
          	
          	Basically, this one day, he did not check the road BEFORE pulling out, nearly plowed into my  PARKED car.
          	
          	Let’s talk about how pissed I would be. 
          	
          	(That car? I love it way to much, like—let’s talk about how I clean its mirrors after every rainstorm, and constantly worry about it running out of gas, or when the next appointment for tire rotation and balance.)
          	
          	I am obsessed with the car.
          	
          	I think I need therapy. Because, once again, I AM OBSESSED WITH THAT CAR. AAAAAAGH!
          	

EclipseandOleander

“Converse…I hate interacting. Well—face to face.”—
          
          
          
          Insanely true for myself.
          
          Don’t ask me to start a conversation.
          
          It’s awkward and ends within a minute or two.
          
          
          Because I can’t start conversations unless it’s something interesting, like, cars, or dragons—or—
          
          Yeah.
          
          
          Just going to hope I come home to an intact car, and I will tell you why.
          
          
          The neighbor across the road has a boy who does not pay attention when backing out.
          
          
          Basically, this one day, he did not check the road BEFORE pulling out, nearly plowed into my  PARKED car.
          
          Let’s talk about how pissed I would be. 
          
          (That car? I love it way to much, like—let’s talk about how I clean its mirrors after every rainstorm, and constantly worry about it running out of gas, or when the next appointment for tire rotation and balance.)
          
          I am obsessed with the car.
          
          I think I need therapy. Because, once again, I AM OBSESSED WITH THAT CAR. AAAAAAGH!
          

EclipseandOleander

If ya’ll are going to be working (or looking around) underneath your car, then ya’ll need one of those back Rollie thingy’s. (Idekatp.) 
          
          I also got very little sleep last night, and uh—I suppose I have been drawing dragons a bit too much. (Bro, I had another dream. Not a train, not a Tesla, but a dragon.)
          
          And that’s how you know I have officially lost my mind.
          
          Oh yeah. Ima go throw the ball at my father again. (Because why the hell not?)
          
          

EclipseandOleander

Ah, yes, don’t you love the crisp night air, blowing bubbles for your cousins, whilst being attacked from behind by your sister?
          
          Then hitting your father in the face with a ball?
          
          How pleasant.
          
          Also very enjoyable to have your already painful hips slammed into by said sister from the side, as you are “taking up too much room”

EclipseandOleander

Another update.
          
          
          
          
          
          
          
          Who loves cars?
          
          
          Who would want to watch: “Herbie The Love Bug”?
          
          I am currently watching it, despite it being older than me. (It’s a great movie, and I highly recommend it, if you are into movies with humor, and cars.)
          
          
          SHOULD I CREATE SOME SORT OF CAR GROUP? Yes? No? Maybe?
          
          I want to.
          
          (The Tesla one for church failed… :( .)

EclipseandOleander

“Hey! I uh—made whatever this is…” *Nightline holds up a makeshift ball, er—frisbee, whatever you want to call it, to Nightstar, then proceeds to throw it straight at him.*
          “WHAT WAS THAT FOR?” *Nightstar proceeded to throw it back, hitting her in the face.*
          
          “…I don’t know, it’s a game. And—it’s kinda fun.” *Nightline throws it back*
          
          And that is how Nightline, and Nightstar, created a game of “catch”.

EclipseandOleander

I’m in pain~
          
          My arm hurts, my hips hurt really bad—
          
          My foot is also a bit of a pain.
          
          
          Rahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh—
          
          
          I have to babysit TWO five year olds?
          
          NOOOOOOO—
          
          
          I’ve already been pulled in several different directions—
          
          

EclipseandOleander

Well—
            
            My hips?
            
            Malnutrition caused damage to the sockets, therefore causing early decay of said joints.
            
            Foot?
            
            Slip n slide. I ran, I jump on, I rolled over the bottom of it and smacked my foot, hard, on the ground.
            
            And, it’s just muscle pain in my arm. 
            
            I was playing catch with my dad, (a small, plastic/rubber ball) and I suppose I did that wayyy too much, so my dominant arm, (specifically the arm pit and shoulder blade area, has a bit of pain, but. It was worth it, as I had fun.
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ace_of_spad3z

@EclipseandOleander  hope you feel better! How’d you manage to hurt your arm, hips, and foot? if you don’t mind me asking. 
            I wish yky luck with the kids! (I know the feeling, I had to do the same thing with my nephew(5) and my brothers girlfriends kid(6))
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AnakinSkywalker214

Hi how are you? I hope that I am not bothering you 

EclipseandOleander

I am in pain. 
            @AnakinSkywalker214.
            
            My arm hurts, my foot hurts, my hips hurt to hell.
            
            (My hips are not supposed to, but, they seem to be de-generating, according to the radiographs.
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