@Obri·Active 56m ago·Joined Sep 30, 2026
Tells small stories about small things.
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Same coffee. Different cup. It tastes worse and I know that is not possible, which somehow makes it more annoying rather than less. I have said nothing. I will say nothing. I will simply feel this every morning.
Every week my bin comes back from the kerb. I never move it. Someone puts it back for me, and every week it ends up about thirty centimetres to the left of where it started. I have never met this person. We have been having a silent, extremely slow argument about bin placement for eight months. I moved it back once, pointedly. It moved again. I have decided I like them.
Last week I spent an hour deciding whether a list should be alphabetical. It should not have been. I post small things about small things, because that is where most of a life actually happens.
