Letters from Pika

So, a while ago, Pika sent me this super cute letter. Pika, if you're reading this, thank you so much. You don't know how much it means to me to get something as awesome as this. I love you, my adorable attack kitty!

MERRY CHRISTMAS!

It's been an awesome year with you guys! From the bottom of my heart, thanks for everything :D
Expect a couple more posts here tonight! Got some cute tidbits about Pika I'd like to share. Stay tuned!

I'm in a podcast!

Hey! I'm on this new podcast as a guest! Come check it out!

https://youtu.be/VdLlmpw3uIE

Life update: November 2017

November was an interesting month to say the least. I'm still on Tinder talking to all kinds of people, though nothing much has come out of that.  I still play magic on fridays and my grades still aren't the best. Pima and I still talk and are trying to figure out the podcast, and I'm still trying to finish 9 years by Christmas.
I still hate myself though. I've tried to convince myself I'm a good person by helping people like Ryan, but it's still so hard. Mankey and all the other kids just convinced me I was sub-human at such a young age it's hard to recover. I feel broken beyond repair. I just want to go back in time and live a childhood where I didn't have to worry about people trying to stab me or shit on me all the time. All I want is to be normal, but I can't have that. It's a never ending fight between my ghosts of my past and I. The worst part is, I know Mankey or Archanine won't give a shit about it in 20-30 years, but I'll never forget the pain.

A fellow bro needs our help

Link to the gofundme:

https://www.gofundme.com/jt48f7-homeless-man-needs-help

Any help is appreciated, we all know how hard it is to be alone, that's why I made this blog in the first place. Let's show him he's not alone.

The tale of Perry

I realized in recent times I haven't really posted a greentext only on the blog, so I decided to tell you a great story I should have told you a long time ago: the tale of Perry.

>be me
>be working at grocery store summer job
>it's alright, most the customers are fine
>some are annoying as fuck
>and some are awesome
>Perry was type number 3
>Old war veteran, pushing 90
>Always wore a USS John F Kennedy hat
>He was missing a few teeth, so it was a bit hard to understand him
>but his humor was in tact
>we'd always joke about some of the more stuck-up people at the store
>met everyone with a salute
>Every day around 4 he'd come in
>And buy 2 salmon cakes
>Not crab cakes, mind you
>Salmon cakes
>He thought the crab cakes didn't have enough crab
>he was right.webm
> Is make sure to pick out the best one for him
>Usually that meant going to the back looking for a fresh box
>But honestly it was worth braving the freezer because he honestly made my day most of the time
>after I got him the goods, he usually gave me some pretty good green tea
>always said it's the reason he lived so long
>then he'd go off and talk to people in other departments
>he was pretty well known and liked around the store
>he'd talk to everyone
>just a friendly nice dude
>a breath of fresh air after getting yelled at all day by people who are mad they had to wait 2 minutes for some ground beef
>As summer came to a close, I decided to do something nice for him
>the salmon cakes came in frozen boxes of 48
>they keep pretty well frozen, so I hatch a plan
>talk to my seafood guy
>ask him for a whole box
>he's confused but thinks it's just for a party
>Now, for the next part to make sense, for the longest time, I thought his name was Harry
>I wrote a note thanking him
>Saying he made my day
>Included my phone number
>If you need anything call me!
>Wrote Harry on the front
>The next day
>Finishing up with a customer
>Perry comes up 
>Tell him I have something for him
>Give him the box of Salmon cakes
>His face lights up
>He thanks me a ton
>Tell him no problem
>Says it'll last him till Christmas
>Gives me two packets of tea this time
>He happily goes on his way
>And that was the end of it
>Ooor so I thought
>The next day, he shows up
>Hands me a bag and says
>I had to return the favor
>Pic Related
>Open it
>Find his card
>Read it
>OMG HIS NAME WAS PERRY
>Shit.jpg
>Realize I'm an idiot
>But looking at all the kind things he wrote
>I don't think he cared
>Gave me a Marx brothers CD collection
>Wished me well in college
>Honestly one of the nicest things anyone has done for me

Visitations are hard

So, for those of you who aren't in the discord/didn't hear, my grandfather passed away on Sunday. We knew this was coming, his leukemia was getting prerty bad, but we hoped he 'd make it to thanksgiving. My dad was pretty bummed because he was flying up that day to say his goodbye, but never made it.

 I'm currently sitting in the visitation at the moment, and these things never seem to get easier. I cried my eyes out earlier, but talking to my family and reminiscing really helped me and the rest of my family. It's been going on for a while, so I'd thought I'd kinda come here and let some of my emotions out.

For one, I'm glad I left him on a high note. Last time I saw him was back in August for his surprise 80th birthday party, and had a good time talking to him as usual. He was really happy with the party, and I'm happy the last memories we had together were happy ones. I'm glad that he was able to see me become an Eagle Scout, seeing him so proud of me was a great feeling. My Dad's sure glad he finally got to go to Yellowstone with him last year like he's wanted to for like a decade. My grandpa said that was the best trip he's ever had and would always talk about it when we spoke to him last year.

I just had a conversation about life with my Grandparents' neighbors that was pretty interesting. I guess that's the one thing I'll miss about grandpa: the conversations with him. Hearing his perspective on things, no matter how much I liked them or disagreed with them, was always fun. I recall spending many a night around the kitchen table in a heated discussion about politics, yet there was never any hate. We both argued our points, and sure we got loud, but at the end of the night we'd say goodnight and I love you and head off to bed. I'm glad I got to meet him. I'm going to miss you, grandpa. I love you, always.