Val.kyrie @viciousviscosity@cybre.space

"Val- how do you do it? What is your secret?"
Me: *looks left, looks right*
Me: *motions to come closer*
Me: *leans over and whispers in ear*
"But- you just… made whispering noises?”
Me: *smiles, winks and gives finger guns*
😉👉👉

I don't know who you are. Or whether you're a man or a woman. I may never see you or cry with you or get drunk with you. But I love you. I hope that you escape this place. I hope that the world turns and that things get better, and that one day people have roses again. I wish I could kiss you.

Valerie
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The only time you should look down on someone is to reach down and find them so you can pull them up.

What's your skull candy this #TunesDay?

Confidence – what if *everyone* is faking it?

I keep seeing these very official protest signs, and yet – it persists.

Happy chilly morning.

❎ Tombstone typo
☑️ Grave mistake

I also feel "just"'s partner, "very", attempts to enhance a thing, where an entirely different word may paint a more exact picture.
"It was very green." - verdant, viridian, glaucous.
"She was very nice." amenable, pleasant, hospitable.
"He's very good looking." Handsome, ravishing, gorgeous.

"Just", to me, seems like such an effacing word, reducing the validity of a thing.
"It's just period cramps."
"She's just a nurse."
"He's just a friend."

After months of malnourishment, she found herself at the head of the table in a great banquet hall. A myriad of food, all tailored to her liking spread out before her. Her favorite people seated to her left and right - genuine and sincere.

Yet, she had no appetite. She could find no pleasure in the victuals, neither sight nor scent. Though she was in the most grand of company, no comfort was found in their presence.

Misery was her constant companion and would not be denied.

#MicroFiction

Typo of the day: butmeg (nutmeg)

Uncanny valley is really peaking with games today. The more realistic they portay people, the more jarring the dissonance is.

Me: I'd like to trust this self signed certificate.

Firefox: No, that's insecure, user.

Me: I'm aware. I'm a big girl. Add the exception.

Firefox: No, please contact your administrator.

Me: Listen here you little #$@! I *am* the administrator. Add. The. Exception.

Firefox: I'm afraid I can't do that Val…

Me: *opens about:config*