Ok having a normal day is weird. I had to be up at 7 to see my doctor so I ate breakfast at that time. I got home and went back to sleep, woke up and noon and forgot what I should have eaten at that time of day. I made soul eventually. Had dinner like normal but now I’m still hungry and can’t get to sleep. Normally I just can’t get to sleep. So it seems that the time I wake up has no effect on me being able to sleep when I need to.
i think the stupidest thing about refusing to use the right pronouns is youre not even proving anything. a woman isn’t going to stop her hrt because you called her a he. a dude isn’t going to just magically stop being a dude because you called him a she. nonbinary people arent just going to be like “oops, you got me” because you misgender them
literally all it is is a petty power trip and you are nothing but a petulant child
I want to send video snap chats to Angel and some other people but I’m in the living room watching tv with my grandma. The tv would just be too loud. I wanna chat and laugh and all those nice things. But I’m too scared to do it with my grandma in the room. And I can’t go back to my room because I’ve been in there all day and they think something is wrong with me if I stay in there all day.
I hate dreams that have wow elevators in them. Last night I had one and the elevator decided to act like a roller coster and do upside down loops. I cried because there where no stairs and it was the inky way to get to the room and to get to get out of the room.
So I took some of my sleeping pills and maybe it’s the days of no sleep bit they are really starting to kick in. My phone is becoming harder to hold and I’m starting to relax but my brain is also fighting it. It’s making me tens up in parts of my body and do that thing where you you get the cold silver and have to move all of your body but without the cold. I want to sleeping pills to win so I can maybe get a deep good sleep for once.
if i ever misgender you or use slang (bro, man, gurl, dude) that makes you feel even slightly uncomfortable please tell me because your gender identity and comfort is more important than any word i may use to refer to you
I am struck occasionally, usually while snuggling the cat, with our faith in domestication.
The cat is a small, ferocious predator, twelve pounds of…well, flab and fur, frankly, in Athena’s case, but what muscle there is is strong all out of proportion to her size. I have watched three 150+ primates try and fail to subdue a ten pound cat, and consider it not at all unusual. The cat is as flexible as a snake and as strong as an ox. She has quite dainty looking teeth and claws, but there’s nothing dainty about their ability to flay flesh from bone.
If the cat and I were in a duel to the death, I would almost certainly win. I am 15+ times larger than she is, after all, and while my teeth and claws are pathetic, I have prehensile hands capable of doing terrible things. But if I had to go in naked, as the cat does, (and assuming the cat was aware that she was going to have to kill me, and not taking a nap in the corner) I can pretty much guarantee it would be a Pyhrric victory. I’d look like I’d gone ten rounds with a wolverine. I would need stitches. A lot of stitches. Possibly a glass eye. And antibiotics by the truckload. It’d be a mess, and there would even be a chance of an upset if the cat managed to go face-hugger on me.
And yet, despite the knowledge of the shocking amount of damage my small predator could inflict, it never occurs to me to worry. I pick the cat up and she tucks her head under my chin and purrs, canine teeth centimeters from my jugular, and despite the fact that I am carrying a ruthless carnivore in a position where she could, with great ease, remove me from the gene pool, I am thoroughly content with the world. Even knowing full well that cats are not even a truly domesticated animal, that Athena’s kin might best be described as “consistently tamed,” my greatest concern is that my black tank top is now coated in white cat hairs.
We have such faith in the process of domestication, despite the sheer unnaturalness of what’s happening. Small predators do not curl up on the chests of large primates and purr in the wild. And yet, every now and again, generally when my small predator is purring on the chest of this particular primate, I think How strange, how strange… that we’re doing this, and even stranger, that we both take it completely for granted, and find nothing unusual in such a completely unlikely alliance.
I want to do more Dangan Ronga cosplays but I don’t know who I would be good as other then the one I already cosplay. Also I haven’t gotten to see any play throughts of DR2. (Curse not having a PS veta. ). I also wanna cosplay more Yowamushi pedal.
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