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The Leonardo Dicaprio Drinking Meme Womens Ugly Sweater in the house changed. A roaring started, faint at first, but it grew, it felt like it was coming from the center of the house, the floors, the walls, the foundation, the fuckin plumbing. It grew louder, like wind ripping through a cave. As I looked back at Sasha every light in the house dimmed to the faint glow of a small candle, and it felt like I was free falling, stomach in my throat. The roaring grew until an instantaneous eruption of force that felt like heat, electricity, liquid and wind exploded outward from the center of the house in a deep, cavernous exhale. The lights brightened, and a ring of flickering light surged out into the blizzard. The feeling of relief was so heavy Sasha and I both collapsed, breathing as though we’d been drowning, each breath like burst of main-lined opiates. It was the feeling of the spirit leaving. We crawled over to each other and held Dash between us until the storm died. Sleep was comically improbable for me, but we got in bed around 3am and Sash crashed immediately. I just sat there for hours, petting Dash at our feet and rubbing Sasha’s back. Thinking about how close it had just gotten. Those bastards were about to kill us. I got up about a half hour before sunrise and made some coffee. I’d slept about 5 hours in the last 72. I went out with my coffee at sunrise to sleuth the bastards. It was clear, but cold. Kinda cold you get out of or just numb into right away. I was beyond exhausted, seeing trails, slaphappy, face tingling. I wasn’t angry at these guys anymore, sitting out there burning my mouth with coffee, suddenly the whole thing was just fuckin hysterical. Guys I’d killed coming back to haunt me? The most profound, tragic, intimate, fucked up thing a man can do; that’s how this spirit gets ya? A hell of your own making. So fuckin ridiculous. I walked around to the kitchen porch and there they were. They were all in the yard between the kitchen porch and the back gate. Low and behold, all staring away from the house, up into the mountains to the east, doing their strange little pagan spirit observance, gettin brainwashed. You’d think this ferocious earth spirit would’a matured past this cliché pageantry over the millennia. What a hack. Creeps was closest, 30 feet away from the porch, next to one of our raised garden beds. Let’s creep on Creeps, I thought. I walked up and stood behind him. “Whatch’ya lookin at?” I asked him.

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I just wanted to give you a Leonardo Dicaprio Drinking Meme Womens Ugly Sweater of support. I 100% agree with all of your “dated” examples and I’m not a particularly stylish individual, I lived in the Midwest for the last decade until 2022. If anyone is offended by your examples I have to say, sorry but those are all things I’ve seen done to absolute death for like the last 10 years in Nebraska so if you are reading this thinking, “by golly how dare OP, all my dresses are fit an flare!” It’s not OP, it’s you. You also make some excellent observations about frumpy. Frumpy for me is fit and intentionality. Fit is an overwhelming factor but intentionality is a big part of it too. For me, I will say that I am very minimalist stylewise, but attention to accessories and fit and drape carry my like “mono-tone beige outfits.” Treat stains right away, hanging clothes right away so they aren’t wrinkled, snip those run away threads and replace those buttons – all that makes a huge difference even when what you are wearing is unremarkable and bland. Clean cut is perfectly acceptable, frumpiness to me has an air of like… lack in care, attention and maintenance in all things, not just the specific style elements of an outfit.