a good response to the question “how old are you?” is something along the lines of “dunno i stopped counting after the first few...
Yeah, I didn’t come home. Probably because I had to drive to my parents house to feed my sister in law’s dog but had a migraine so I couldn’t actually make the hour and a half round trip drive myself, especially in the rain. So I had someone else drive me, while I sat in the passenger seat of my own car, wearing sunglasses, crying from the pain I was in, and trying to not pass out so I could give directions.
I’ll try to plan my migraines at more convenient times in the future and I’ll definitely just stop working so I can be home. Clear and obvious solution.
Mom made passive aggressive FB post about a girl who had a boy in her bed and the dad who shot and killed said boy.
Her friends have argued with me because apparently murder was an acceptable response to that.
I just told everyone that it’s her way of saying she’ll kill DJ because we’ve had sex.
Forget shots fired. I just blew up the ammunition factory.
I work tomorrow through Monday.
I will likely be working that Wednesday (the 12th) through Monday the 24th straight. Two weeks solid.
But hey, goals and ambitions and helping open a new store, yeah? This is what I signed up for. Introvert time should get interesting. Going to be SO STRESSED OUT. But it should be worth it, in theory, for what I want to do.
So since I got rid of so much of my wardrobe, I decided that I needed new period underwear, which is always annoying to buy because I’m buying underwear that I know is going to get messed up.
So I went to Aerie and they had a 7 for $25 thing going so I bought 2 styles, 4 of one and 3 of the other. In solid black. The woman ringing me up thought I was crazy until I explained and then instant understanding.
Periods are dumb. Buying new underwear that I didn’t want to have to buy is dumb.
I wish I had a paragraph or two explaining why I get so upset in arguments about sexism in the ___ industry. Because it makes me angry because it impacts my life in a very personal level and I’m sick of trying to get guys to understand that because they never will (unless they do what that one Egyptian guy did and dress in drag and walk through a busy city for half an hour).
And I’m sick of being told that I’m not saying my side of things civilly enough. Oh, I’m sorry. You want me to civilly explain the bullshit that is my every fucking day life while you sit there and perpetuate it?
Fuck off and eat a bag of dicks, bro.
1) Say that sexism against men or racism against white people does not exist.
I’ve been going through my closet and getting rid of clothes basically every time I do laundry. I have things down to a fairly reasonable amount.
Now it’s time to purge my underthings. I have no issues getting rid of the black socks that I haven’t work in I don’t even know how long.
But my old bras and underwear and swimsuits? SO MUCH EMOTIONAL ATTACHMENT. But I realistically need to get rid of half a dozen bras/swimsuits. At least.