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[Abraxas no

Clu got so done with my shit :D]

[no

you can’t make me]

Abraxas. No. This is not how you virus.

[So despite my lack of proper costume we had fun

~~Imagine if I’d had it though UGHHH~~

Clu 2.0 by firstclu/immortalspark

Hoodie Abraxas is moi]

Dramatic fog machine picture
and the awesome rock that I bought today

Clu Boots Mk III
Mk I didn’t survive from last con and my insisting on wearing them everywhere. (plus they were uncomfortable)
Mk II got worn into a foot of snow while pushing a car up a hill to rescue a little family during the blizzard.
But I like these best anyway! Modified winter boots, comfortable, and designed for the reflective tape to actually survive being walked on for a while.

Hexagons outside of an IHOP

I need an album/playlist of just Disney villain songs.

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CLU’s day off

I finally got a reasonably decent photo of my little Kevin Flynn figure! He doesn’t really look much like Flynn and his light is so bright that it usually blasts the camera, but here, I think he looks pretty cool.

Sorry I vanished the last few days. Sob story below.

Sob story became a long pathetic rant, so I outlined the main points:

Uncle in the ICU because the doctors gave him a drug overdose of the medication he needs to survive. I found out while my parents were away, and had to figure out how to contact them and tell my mom the sad news while she was on vacation, which she rarely ever gets. Fun. He is expected to recover, but it was scary there for a while.
I’m having random heart flutters. It’s scaring the crap out of me. Going in tomorrow, but I already know it’s a normal part of my disease, and the doctor is just gonna shrug and tell me to buck up and get over it.
Job issues for most of my family.
8-year-long relationship that I really ought to end, but I know will devastate the other person. I just don’t see it…working. I cringe thinking about it. It shouldn’t be that way. But I also hate to think about breaking this person’s heart. Ugh. I just. UGH. It’s just that we’re not the same people we were in high school. We barely have anything in common anymore. The whole thing makes me feel really nasty because I think I’ve sort of always known it wouldn’t work out in the long run. Damn. I’m a -terrible- person. I MEAN 8 YEARS GUYS. WHAT THE HELL.
The oven still hasn’t been repaired. It smokes like a chimney, and now one of the lights went out. I burned the cinnamon rolls because I could not see them. This is a serious problem. I cook to de-stress. Cooking should not be stressful, in itself. Nor should it be a fire hazard to simply turn the oven on.
The only human contact I have had lately is people telling me their problems. If I try to talk about anything else, they either change the subject on me, burst into tears, run away, think that I am attacking their beliefs, or spontaneously explode.