Mar 11
I cannot think of many more ways to say this.
DO NOT BE RUDE TO OTHER PEOPLE ON MY BLOG.
NOT EVEN THE TYPE OF PERSON YOU JUST THOUGHT OF. DO NOT BE RUDE. IT’S HORRIBLE MANNERS AND I DON’T APPRECIATE IT.
DO NOT. BE RUDE.
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I cannot think of many more ways to say this.
DO NOT BE RUDE TO OTHER PEOPLE ON MY BLOG.
NOT EVEN THE TYPE OF PERSON YOU JUST THOUGHT OF. DO NOT BE RUDE. IT’S HORRIBLE MANNERS AND I DON’T APPRECIATE IT.
DO NOT. BE RUDE.
DAMMIT BODY, I HAD PLANS FOR THE WEEKEND. But no, my back decided it would be a good time to revisit the horrifying muscle spasms. My plans are now a hot bath, heavy medication, and staring blankly at the TV.
Stupid mortal shell.
Full offense, but any time I see someone on this site unironically call the Lilo & Stitch (2025) remake “good” or the “best Disney live-action remake”, I’m blocking them. Is it petty and childish on my part? Yes, but I’m just sick and tired of all the fake fans.
my wife is probably being discharged from the hospital today? which is awesome because she's been there for 17 days straight (and 23 days total out of the past month) but like the inconsistency of communication is maddening and stressful. i just want her home. but failing that, i just want to know for sure if it's gonna be today or not because in the meantime i'm just stuck here in waiting mode unable to accomplish anything else because at any moment i might get the phone call to head directly over to the hospital and then i'll need to call my cousin with a car to see if he can help or if we'll need a cab or or or...
so anyway there's no way i'm gonna keep up with my fic posting schedule this week is what i'm saying, i have not written SHIT all weekend and the only time off i have from work around the holidays is christmas day itself and once wife is home she's gonna need a lot of help recovering and god i need 2025 to be over already
Picture the scene. It's a pilates class, but the rehab kind with middle-aged and old ladies who've had hip replacements, not the kind with hot rich girls with enviable abs. Picture me, on my hands and knees, being told to do some dumbass exercise so when I'm 70 I don't shuffle, fall over, shatter a bone, get pneumonia while in the hospital, then cast off this mortal coil and explore the great beyond ahead of schedule. I don't exercise for fun, is what I'm trying to communicate here. I exercise out of fear. Also, I have a history of carpal tunnel and a childhood sprained wrist my mother opted out of going to the doctor about because it was the 80s and she was poor. "Just wrap it," she said. "It'll be fine." Me to the pilates instructor: this is hurting my wrists, is there any adaptation I can do to take some of the pressure off? The teacher: use your abs to support yourself Me (thinking): you mean the abdominal wall that's had three goddamn surgeries and a gap? It's weak as hell, which is why I'm here, give me a fucking support for my goddamn hands, you bitch Me (speaking): ok
Allistic Family : I hate that your brother always argue with us every time we ask him something!
Me : Is he arguing or is he asking why you need him to do the thing ?
Allistic Family : He always need to understand everything to do the thing, it's annoying !
Me : Then explain it to him ?
Allistic Family :
Can i just say, as a Canadian, I am pissed that there is even a super bowl going on?