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Cake day: March 12th, 2024

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  • Haix boots.

    They’re expensive AF, and they’re super heavy, but they’re super comfortable and they’re designed to protect your feet from basically everything, be worn for long durations, and last forever. My first pair lasted me almost 7 years of heavy use and kept my feet safe in the most disgusting situations (I finally had to buy a second pair after they tore up the side). They were covered in mud, snow, blood, vomit, feces, and took me through homes infested in cock roaches and bed bugs and all I ever needed to do was hose them off. I replaced countless broken laces and a zipper once (the laces hold the zipper in place and it’s designed to be easily swapped). They’re rated for electric shock, are wildland fire approved, are waterproof, have a composite toe, and a steel shank in the sole to protect from sharp objects.

    I won’t buy any other boots for work. It’s a classic case of the boots problem, I used to go through a $150 pair of boots every 8 months and always had foot pain, but these cost $450 and lasted me almost 7 years so I definitely saved money and my feet are happy and protected.





  • Hey why not, I’ll bite.

    I’m walking through the woods next to a creek in a place I used to go as a kid. It’s deep in the woods, there’s not supposed to be anything around. I come across a porta potty tipped over on its side and half covered by brush. Weird, what the hell is this doing out here? I keep walking and start coming across abandoned digging equipment with badging on it that shows it belongs to the federal government. Everything is overgrown and no one is around, but it shouldn’t be here and I’m getting this really bad feeling because it’s been years since I was here but none of this stuff was here then and what was the government doing in the woods here, it’s just woods? I cross the creek and am walking on the other side, still next to it but up on a hill a little bit, still in the woods. The creek is gentle and shallow, only a few feet deep. I keep walking, and in the middle of the creek is a huge square, about 10 feet by 10 feet, with metal sides that are just high enough to keep the water from going into it. The entire bottom is a grate, and I can see from where I am at that it’s designed to raise up and below there’s a circular staircase going deep into the ground. Suddenly the bad feeling I have turns into pure terror. This is what the digging equipment was for, but what the hell did they do? Why is there a staircase in the middle of the creek? Where does it go? Why is it in the middle of these woods, where there’s not even a road or even a proper path anywhere close, and why not have it next to the creek instead of in the creek where it would flood anytime it rained and the water level rose? Part of me wants to go over and look down the staircase, and the other part of me wants to run away, because even though it looks abandoned, it just feels wrong and I’m so terrified for some reason. The dream ended with me wading through the creek to stand over the grate looking down the staircase as it winded down into the dark. I couldn’t see the bottom but I could hear machinery far below.






  • I once spent an entire summer giving up as much sugar as possible. No sweets, minimal added sugar, minimal processed food, pretty much my only sugar was fruit. I ran every single day.

    I was miserable. Insanely depressed, grumpy, exhausted, moody, awful cravings and just so generally unhappy. None of this “I quit sugar and now I’m so full of energy and feel so healthy and happy!” Absolutely the opposite. At the end of the summer I had lost exactly 4 lbs and it wasn’t because I had gained muscle mass either.

    Said fuck that, life is about balance and if I can’t eat ice cream once in awhile it’s not worth being alive. But sugar is absolutely addictive and it gave me a new perspective on anyone trying to quit anything like cigarettes or heroin.