^ Me because it is super cold and raining and I have to walk to the bus and I am super, super, super broke and desperate and we need $520 to repair the car and I couldn’t get enough hours in this week because ALL the meetings I was supposed to supervise (and get paid for) were canceled and it’s the end of the semester so nothing else will happen and I am hungry and just GAHHH NO
CHANGE OF PLANS. Big, super-cold snow coming and our car isn’t running (David is taking it by the shop on the way to work :( grah) so I’m staying home until my class so I can go grocery shopping (on the bus like old times!) and do some housekeeping so that we can hunker down for the weekend with enough good stuff to eat.
My friend Kerilyn is just really freaking nice and when she dropped me off just now told me to take care of myself and let her know if I need anything (I just fully stopped taking Zoloft) and it was just really nice and now I’m crying because like people are really nice and supportive and God is so good and just agh.
OKAY. I have 8 pages written. I am going to read one more article and skim one other. Then I will add in what I find there, write the conclusion, and do the references page. It will be finished by 10 pm tonight.
But right now I need to print my ethics paper & the proof of the IRB tutorial and walk to the education building for class. And then go to a meeting from 5 - 6 pm. (sigh).
Then I’ll get home at 7, CLEAN, make dinner, bake, and finish the paper. I CAN DO ALL THE THINGS.
I’ll never forget the time I went to a gay pride parade and on the way back home the train was so packed everyone was literally hugging each other and I said “I can’t take this, I’m just a small town girl”
then my friend said “living in a lonely world”
AND THEN THE ENTIRE FUCKING TRAIN CAR STARTED SINGING JOURNEY
Since it is now, officially, the holiday season, the Salvation Army buckets are gonna be going out soon and reminder that they are extremely anti-LGBT*PQIA+ so the red buckets and bell-ringing Santas can go fuck themselves.
Agreed. And this is also your reminder not to harass the Santas who are ringing the bells. A great way to protest is by carrying slips of paper that explain your position and putting them into the red kettle. And you can still be kind and smile at the bell-ringer!
I’m going to go insane if I have to spend more time w these fucking people (I do) and they ate all the (MY) mashed potatoes so I can’t even enjoy Thanksgiving leftovers what the fuck WHY DON’T THEY KNOW HOW HOLIDAYS WORK?
Here’s a shoutout to all my friends and followers with an eating disorder or in any stage of recovery who are struggling like mad right now in anticipation of Thanksgiving. We’re going to make it, loves. Keep holding on.
I am hungry to the point of dizziness and I just got the worst manicure in the history of manicures (for my engagement photos), aka basically lost $17 because there is no way in fuck I will have my nails look this shitty in photos and we are just going to have to redo them.
Also I have now been to FOUR Sephoras looking for one product that they have a sample of in every store and none of them a) have it in stock b) have any idea what I am talking about until I show them the sample. WHY EVEN HAVE A SAMPLE. REALLY.
I am also sick of acting fake cheery around David’s house where it’s FAMILY TIME ALL THE TIME but no one is honest and everything is weird.