December 31st, 2024: My 2025th post, as this is the first post written in the year 2025. I woke up kind of early this morning and decided to go downstairs to get some coffee, to which I found my mom and I asked her:
"What's for breakfast?"
She replied:
"I don't know, what do you want for breakfast?"
"Pancakes!"
And she started making them. Later I come back downstairs to find that there are two blueberry pancakes waiting for me, I eat them up pretty fast and my dad also gets two, after that I thanked my mom and asked for more because they were kind of thin, so she made me a third one.
After breakfast I decided to go upstairs and put the Nintendo Switch I got from my sister back into her room. I played some more Bloons Tower Defense 6 until my sister came back home and she had to take over the office to do her job or something. I then decided to plug in my computer to the television in my room (I never had one back when I lived here but now my parents have added one to it) and play some more Roblox and watch videos. At 11:54am I finally received a text message back from Asherah and the conversation went like this:
<Im going to be so honest I'm more concerned that he hates women and trans people and really likes the Unabomber.
<Or that he calls himself a wasp [White Anglo Saxon Protestant]
>I used to have a phase where I sort of liked Ted Kaczynski
>He [WhatIfAltHist] said in a tweet that he leaned more towards Methodism.
>Also I listened to this podcast with my mom one time where it talks about how Ted Kaczynski was dumped by this girl he was dating and because of it, he started putting a bunch of defamatory things about her on the bulletin board of the factory they worked at, resulting in his brother David reporting him to his boss.
<Sounds like kaczyniski
<If a woman dumps you, harass someone about it
>It was targeted at the woman.
<That's not better
>I remember her reason for dumping him was because he had a hard time connecting with others.
<If she didn't dump him, she would lead him on
<It would have sucked either way and she shouldn't be harassed abt it
>I forgot exactly what she said but he didn’t seem that abusive towards her while they were dating.
<That doesn't mean she had to draw him
>draw him?
<*date
>Oooooooh
>I need to ask my mom about that podcast.
>https://www.oxygen.com/true-crime-buzz/what-was-unabomber-ted-kaczynskis-relationship-with-women
>Nevermind, found something.
After that I decided to head to the gas station I used to work at to get lunch there because of nostalgia. I told my mom but she said that we had lunch at home and that I also need to pick up an old family friend of ours who I will be calling Helga. She is an 80 year old Norwegian-American woman who I would sometimes go to the house of after school. I picked her up and brought her stuff into the van and then went back to the gas station because she needed to get stuff, I saw Dean’s older cousin and Annette the chicken lady while we were looking for large bottles of heavy cream, I had to carry out the milk and half and half for Helga while she withdrew $220 from the ATM to pay my mom. As I drove home, Helga talked about her time living in Milwaukee and the bad drivers there, this comedian impersonator that she saw nearly get shot in 1967. While we were talking about the bad drivers, she says to me:
“Well I know that my son Erik will say that I am being racist, but those Blacks are just really bad drivers in Milwaukee, they are constantly drunk driving and it’s getting worse now!”
I then said to Helga while kind of laughing:
“That’s why I believe Milwaukee should add more bus routes in predominantly Black neighborhoods, so they aren’t driving in cars!”
After that we get home and I hide the $220 on me while I post on soyjak.party some more. Helga also gave me this Chipotle cheddar cheese and I tried a bit of it. A bit later Addison and her husband come over and have some crackers, cheese, and sausage as snacks. Soon a bunch of my sister’s friends come over and I retreat up into my room for a while to work on finishing up the first batch of Ukraine flagjaks. I eventually go outside of my room and find out that Adams is here and I talk to him for a bit. I get to try some champagne. Later on my sister and her friends say that they are going out and I ask them what they are doing, she says:
“Oh we’re gonna go to a bar and then a club”
So I refused because I thought they were originally just going to go to a bar and I said something about how I don’t like clubs. I eventually go back up to my room to read the Bible for a bit, soon I get added by this girl on Snapchat and I get this message:
<Hey you don't know me however we have a mutual friend my daughter she is going insane she fucked up she was afraid to tell you how she feels about you as she thinks she don't deserve to have someone as awesome as you in her life would you please be the amazing person we both know you are and talk to her so she can make this all better?
For context, the girl being mentioned was this girl who I had met on WooPlus that eventually said that she only viewed me as a friend and “Wasn’t ready for a romantic relationship” to which I said:
“Ok that’s perfectly fine”
Even though I felt like that was stupid as hell and just like most women I have meet in my life. I found it to be a major fucking breach of my privacy as it is really creepy and weird for someone to give your Snapchat to their step-mom to talk to someone. I then made an Instagram post about my year and then went downstairs, I remember the topic being about the tiny broken off Christmas tree head we kept. The story of how we got it was that on December 17th, 2017, we were driving home in our old truck to bring the Christmas tree home, I wanted to do something else that day, as we were making a left turn onto the road we lived on, this asshole named Keith rammed into our truck and crumpled it, with the right end of the truck being a foot away from my head, meaning that I was the closest to dying, the tree snapped in half near the top and that’s how we got the mini Christmas tree, also the only person who comforted me about it at school was the Gym teacher named Ms. Stokes, none of my “friends” gave a shit. Anyways as she was telling the story, my mom mockily quoted me:
“I told you we should have gone someplace else”
I just put down the subway system book and went back upstairs. I came down later and celebrated the new year with my mom and dad while they were looking at their iPads or something. We said happy new year and then I went upstairs, took a shower, and went to bed.
Song of the Day: ABC - The Jackson 5 (1970)
