I look so much better when I don't care

[sovay]

Donuts are totally unpesachdik, but since I dropped my parents at the airport before six in the morning, I am eating a jam-filled from Gail Ann's. Outside the construction assembles with rumbles and beeps, but I am eating a fried object the size of a saucer and functionally indistinguishable from pączki. It covered me with granulated sugar instantaneously. The sunrise came up in gilt tissue and lavender and the fluorescent stipple of the windows of dawn-drowned trains.

[edit] No photographic evidence of the donut survived, only the smile on the face of the tiger.

Comments

[sovay]

I want a donut but I’m at work and also, that flannel is just peak gay. I don’t even know that it’s queer. If I owned it, a risqué slogan would appear across the chest of my pretty work frock, perhaps something attesting to my skill at diving.

It did not fail your original characterization of it as "masc of lumberjack."

(You should get a donut, especially with something risqué written on it.)

[selkie]

*comforts self with pesachdik sponge cake, a bit unsuccessfully*

Did you sleep, Nonbinary Bunyan?

[sovay]

Did you sleep, Nonbinary Bunyan?

I did sleep! It took a while, so I overslept the curing of the new concrete square in our sidewalk, but we'll see how the Pompeii-scratching hardens.



(If Ζ can be used to denote that a person lives, then surely μ can signify the eternality of cat.)

[selkie]

Civil disobedience!