Jul 20
these gummies are super gross, so I decided I'd try to swallow it whole -- which I've done before. Unfortunately, God decided that this time it was going to get stucck in my throat and I'd have to reach in there and pull it out.
SOBBING
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these gummies are super gross, so I decided I'd try to swallow it whole -- which I've done before. Unfortunately, God decided that this time it was going to get stucck in my throat and I'd have to reach in there and pull it out.
SOBBING
There is a palm-sized wolf spider in my kitchen and it has revealed to me that I do, in fact, have fear response to spiders. They just have to be 1) palm sized and 2) near my fucking ceiling.
I have seen wolf spiders that big before and had no response whatsoever. They were also not inside my house. I have no idea what to do with her. She's too big for a cup and also up higher than my head.
Sobbing.
I really do hate to have like, memories of feeling dysphoria for our current body. I feel really bad sometimes for getting top surgery, even if it ALSO helped my Physical Health (bc my chest was too heavy for my spine) because Morgan's dysphoria around it is So Fucking Strong sometimes...
It is still very funny to have an alter who is absolutely glad that we don't live in PA anymore entirely because "more distance between our ex and us is good because someone is eventually going to kill him and we don't want to be on the suspects list and being a 3 hour flight away is a pretty good alibi."
man, every time I watch/read about being a mortician, it makes me really really wish I could've done that as a career. The idea of being the person to make sure that someone's last memories of their loved one are of that person looking peaceful and restful and happy just... It's so appealing to me. It's such a huge responsibility but like, to be able to do that for someone else would make be so fulfilling, I think.
it's not fair that I ended up in the 1% of the population that's trans, thee 1% of the population that has DID, ,the 1% of the population that's intersex and the 1% of people that has red hair...
why the fuck couldn't I be born into the 1%? Feels unfair.
I do not think I have dyslexia but sometimes, I will read words completely wrong and it's always adding extra letters or letters being rearranged. And it's SO annoying.