Quiet rainy Sundays are perfect for listening to SALTNPAPER.

Here he is beautifully covering one of my favorite songs of all time.

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    This is such an awesome cover. I love his voice so much.

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      His voice soothes all my worries.

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        Right? I don’t think that there’s a single song of his that I don’t like. I like all of them to varying degrees but as soon as I hear his voice—goodness. I need to remember this for the next bad mood–it all just sort of melts away. He does have the perfect weather voice. A book, a saltnpaper playlist, and hot chocolate or tea. Yes. thats the way to do it. I unfortunately, have to do some of the errands I put off. I made slow fried chicken (a new recipe, we’ll see how it turns out) and mashed potatoes and peas to have for lunch this week. And nothing at all for dinner. I could have popcorn? ADULTING. BOOM.

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          Ha, I managed to get to the grocery store today for basics (eggs, yogurt, etc.) and came out with two boxes of Melona, three rolls of my favorite chocolate biscuits (also on sale, but I may give one to my mother if I feel nice) and twp bags of hot cheetoes (also on sale). Then I had a super balanced meal of hot cheetoes and broccoli. THIS IS HOW I ADULT. I think I’m doing pretty well after last week’s ridiculousness of actually going to yoga and eating fruits and veggies regularly. Can’t keep that nonsense up.

          Still need to sort lunches and dinners for the week, but that’ll happen after the latest episode of Crazy Ex-Girlfriend which I’ve sandwiched between episodes of The Great British Bake-Off for my sanity.

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            You had a vegetable! Its totally balanced. Last week when I was less than prepared for this new schedule that I’m working with I had hard boiled eggs (I always have hard boiled eggs in my fridge) for breakfast and lunch–thats it. Nothing more. Just hardboiled eggs–wait one of those days I also had a pickle. And for dinner? Gas station hot dog. I EARNED my subway sandwich and drama the other day.
            Now, I’m off to do laundry at the creepy lady’s house. UGH. Laundromats are SO expensive, I do NOT want to go to her house. She’s SO pushy and judgy. I’ve been doing the fade away with her and only see her once a week. Maybe once every other week and its still too much. She has decided that I need to stay with someone close to my job since its a 2.5 hour commute. I told her, I’m fine. I’ll handle it, I’m still profiting and this job isn’t about money so much as its about connections. She’s been emailing and texting me EVERYDAY with phone numbers of people I can stay with. It would be one thing if these were people I had met. Or if they were women. Or if they were members of my church. They are NONE OF THE ABOVE. They are random people that she met on facebook and she keeps telling me (in the snottiest voice) well I would do it. To which all I can think is—do it then! Get eaten by a serial killer with a taste for small Latina women. I am a paranoid person who doesn’t trust anyone. I am NOT staying in the house of some rando. Its the fact that she keeps calling and texting and emailing even after I’ve told her to stop because she’s decided that this is whats best for me. Even when I’m 100% wrong—I’ll keep doing the stupid thing because I don’t like it when people try and tell me what to do. My catchphrase is “I do what I want” for a reason! most people catch on pretty quick and stop trying to tell me what to do because I will do the opposite just to spite us both—she doesnt listen. But I really need my skinny jeans to be clean. So…adulting. Dealing with people you don’t like in order to do your laundry for free.

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          Fade out sounds good. Granted, I feel you on the free laundry. Sometimes I schlep it out to the burbs with my mom for that. (God, don’t get me started on that. I was supposed to go home yesterday but got out of it. But my punishment is going to an out of town wedding next weekend with both parents. A 4 hour drive. Guess who’ll be doing most of the driving? And not listening to any k-pop.) At least you seem to be getting some space from her, even if she isn’t respecting it. How did the email go? Ignored? I assume that would be that kind of person’s response. Hopefully you can extract yourself soon. ALSO, what business is it of hers if you decide to commute a long distance? You do you, is what I always say.

          Also, DO NOT STAY WITH A RANDO. That’s not even basic adulting; we literally teach that to small children. Also, who will I rant with here if you get kidnapped by a cult? No one else seems to share my PTSD from The Perfect Match like you.

          My default has been egg salad sandwiches since I started this job. It’s worked out pretty well — any day I have leftovers I’ll take that, sandwich as backup if i”m too tired otherwise. Then some fruit, a protein bar and green tea during the day. It’s boring, but it does the job.

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            The Perfect Match was a dreadful show it started out so well. The bad thing about it all is as good as the beginning was it didn’t make up for the horror of that back half. If the beginning were better or if the ending were less horrendous then they would balance each other for a perfectly meh sort of drama. But no. That ending went so far off the rails that the only way to describe that drama is AWFUL.

            I would never stay with a rando. Thats just not how any single part of my personality works. As I was doing my laundry she was all…”So, you’re really stubborn. And hard headed. And a little mean.” To which I replied, “yeppers peppers. It super pisses me off when people try and tell me what to do. I tend to do the opposite just so that they can be as pissed as I am.” And then there was a speaking silence.

            I really have no idea what she has against my commute other than its my big excuse for why I can’t be at her beck and call. “I would TOTALLY hang out with you, homey, except that my commute is 3 hours and the library closes at 9 and I’m not getting home until midnight and I have to leave at like 5 in order to get there at 9 to beat the traffic! So…..” Its just easier. Lying is an option! It makes me feel like a horrible person but is an option! When I made it over there tonight all of my pants—ALL OF MY PANTS–have a ripped seam right below the zipper and she had taken them out and sewn the rip and reinforced the seam in the seat. And its the fact that she does things like that and stresses herself out over finding a button to sew up my shirt that makes me feel like crap for wanting like 96% less time with her.

            Your lunch sounds so healthy! Like I said, for this first week I was living off of hard boiled eggs and gas station hot dogs. When I came home just now I tried one of the slow fried chicken thighs that I made and it was so freakinggood. Fried chicken has been my nemesis since I was like 13. I could not master it. But this chicken? Cooked all the way through. Juicy. Perfectly seasoned. DELICIOUS. I almost want to wait to have it until I’m watching TOL so that I can wave at the screen to Jung Sun what I’ve done.

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          First: DAMN, that chicken sounds good. I should cook meat more. I used to make Indian food all the time in uni, but being in proximity to my mother means I’ve gotten lazy. I mean, I make other stuff, but nothing that fancy most of the time.

          OK, now, I may be out of line here but — that behavior of hers still seems really iffy? Like, I get that it’s done with good intentions, but it’s still an total invasion of your stuff. If she does stuff like that without asking, even if it’s really nice, useful, helpful work, it’s still completely disregarding you and your space and infringing on your property. I don’t know, it would really bother me, even though I get that it’s actually a really nice deed; but it’s also kind of manipulative since you can’t really say anything about it, but at the same time it’s definitely (to me) overstepping boundaries. But that’s just my two cents.

          OK, I’m off to adult properly and make pizza with a side of asparagus because…not dying of a nutrient deficiency would be nice? I may have some hot cheetoes first. Also, I’m pretty sure someone gave me a sore throat at work today, and I will hunt them down. Except that tomorrow is my day to get paperwork done, so…probably won’t be doing that.

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            No, when you put it out there like that and I’m not blinded by pants held together by safety pins (Its a hard life. All my pants ripped pretty much at once like they decided together to give up that ghost and I couldn’t afford new ones) yeah—thats pretty invasive. Its easier to notice manipulation when its something that I don’t like/want but when it comes to things that I do like/want its easy to write it off as something else.
            She’s making me a jacket (it looks remarkably a lot like Ji Ho’s at the end of BIOFL) and this isn’t something that I asked for but the jacket looks awesome (or rather, Ji Ho’s and the pattern look awesome) and when I got off work today she had called and texted half a dozen times to tell me to come over and eat so that I can get measured. Even though I had already told her I wasn’t getting home until near midnight. Eh. fade away. Slowly but surely.

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