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Seventh (lack of) sleep note. A picture and later a post.
[The post that appears first is a picture of poor Cameron Waltz from the Arts party. Where he's crying after his fantastic boyfriend Jeff has just serenaded him in public. Anyone who knows Alex knows that she's not the person who would put it up, and as soon as someone mentions it to her, it comes down and is instead replaced with an audio post.]
Yeah, sorry about that. [She assumes people 1. know that she wasn't the one who did it and 2. that the person who did it is gonna hear holy hell for it. Hear holy hell and also do penance which is what the rest of this post is about.]
While I've been living in America since college, I'm definitely a Canadian at heart. And in Canada, we have a proper Thanksgiving Holiday while America is celebrating Columbus day. [Yeah, the distaste in her voice for that "holiday" is totally palpable.] And before anyone makes a crack about copying America, our Thanksgiving started in 1578 and was made an official government holiday in 1879. For Americans playing along at home, that's 50 years before Plymouth Rock, and something like 90 before it became a federal holiday in America.
So, I'm inviting people to stop by tomorrow for turkey and stuffing and all the stuff that goes along with a proper Canadian Thanksgiving. We're not going to do a sit down dinner, not really, given that it's a Monday, but we're gonna have food and proper pumpkin pie which is not custardy and Nanaimo bars which are. I'm making them. I'm making them right now actually but don't worry, I've been making them since I was like ten. It's the only thing I can make other than coffee.
[Literally the only thing, because Alex burns toast.]
Yeah, sorry about that. [She assumes people 1. know that she wasn't the one who did it and 2. that the person who did it is gonna hear holy hell for it. Hear holy hell and also do penance which is what the rest of this post is about.]
While I've been living in America since college, I'm definitely a Canadian at heart. And in Canada, we have a proper Thanksgiving Holiday while America is celebrating Columbus day. [Yeah, the distaste in her voice for that "holiday" is totally palpable.] And before anyone makes a crack about copying America, our Thanksgiving started in 1578 and was made an official government holiday in 1879. For Americans playing along at home, that's 50 years before Plymouth Rock, and something like 90 before it became a federal holiday in America.
So, I'm inviting people to stop by tomorrow for turkey and stuffing and all the stuff that goes along with a proper Canadian Thanksgiving. We're not going to do a sit down dinner, not really, given that it's a Monday, but we're gonna have food and proper pumpkin pie which is not custardy and Nanaimo bars which are. I'm making them. I'm making them right now actually but don't worry, I've been making them since I was like ten. It's the only thing I can make other than coffee.
[Literally the only thing, because Alex burns toast.]
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The one thing I'll say is that if you do punch him, I don't think you'd ever actually feel any better for it. He'd just be an asshole about it too.
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[ WHY IS HE AN ASSHOLE!! ]
Is he just super into self sabotage?
Private.
I've never seen him do something like this before, not around people he actually cares about. I'm just sort of speechless.
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You are so like me, Jeff. At least it's impossible to ghost someone for three months here, because that's the next step if he stays true to form.
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Did something set him off, or is this a semi-regular thing?
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[And her laugh is sad, but she's trying.]
Richard... He’s always been like it in small ways? But something big like this? Something set him off. I think it had to do with the fucking woods honestly.
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Did he see ghosts of the past, and shit like that?
[ He hates those asshole ghosts!! ]
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We both did. They sort of were people who were involved back home, including Warren, the one who recorded me while I was sleeping. And his ghost thing told Richard that I knew I was going to die if we went to Geneva.
I don't know I'm going to die in Geneva, but I'm scared to death of it, because Warren will do whatever to try and get Richard to do what he wants, and Richard will do everything he can to save me, but... Yeah, there's a good chance that when we go something terrible is going to happen to me.
And since then he's just been pulling back away from everyone and doing stupid shit and I'm pretty sure it's because of the woods.