OF COOOOOURSE, RUSSIA LOST😭
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OF COOOOOURSE, RUSSIA LOST😭
Usually when someone whines about how nobody “gets” them, my inner monologue speaks to me in that one voice that sometimes pops up, the one that sounds like she’s smoked four packs a day since age twelve and wears shoulderpads to look impressive, saying, “Clearly there’s nothing there to get, you big beautiful mystery, you’re about as hot and spicy as a gluten free muffin.” But now I’m a damn hypocrite because here I am trying to justify why nobody “gets” me with my clearly glittery personality and hilarious jokes and gorgeous body. And humility.
What kills me about men in particular is that I hear the same complaint again and again, and they seem to be the ones responsible for their own pain -- they want great, interesting conversations and when you try to give it to them it’s “how’s ur day goin?” I do everything I can to jazz that shit up but I can only take it so far when bitches don’t listen, and I know they don’t listen because sometimes I say bizarre things and get nothing but crickets in response.
Not long ago, I was talking to someone online while going about my day at work and he asked “How’s work?”, polite, if boring. I responded, “Not bad, but I’m not fond of packing dead bodies in salt.” I was, naturally, trying to crack a joke about how much I hate curing salmon, but I realized later that he had no idea I worked in a restaurant, I had never told him what I did for a living, for all he knew I was preserving a body of some other variety for some mischievous purpose, and his response was only, “Yeah long day for me too lol.”
How can we humans connect with each other if we’re just catching flies between our ears, folks? I ask you.
i still kinda feel like being trans perverted me. i had the chance to be a “normal” vanilla gender typical gay/bi person basically succeeding at the normiest version of lgbt life. life happened and stuff got uncovered and now i’m kinda stuck with this. there’s things about it that actually i like and even make me like myself for having them, there’s things i hate about it. but the way that it complicated my life or narrative (“~narrative~”) is depressing, like i had to out-neurotic myself out of a decent level of simplicity and overthink and over-meaning myself into this, or something. “if i had just let it go...” but the second half of that is, “i’d be unhappy in 20 years.”
the best part about living in halls is no one knows I haven’t left my bed yet. :’)
I just need to rant for a second and get this out. My phone died to the point of no recovery last night and I’m pissed because we simply do not have money for this. I’m back to using my old Samsung Galaxy S2 now which is about 5 ½ years old. My dad gifted me his old Note 2 a year ago because he’s wonderful like that and aware that we’re pretty poor. Since I saved all my photos on my phone just over two weeks ago, and most of my app data is stored on clouds I’m not even super upset. Yes, I lost some of it, but it was probably the least you could lose in a situation of a randomly bricked phone.
I’m usually positive about money issues because I know that I’m really good at planning, organising and calculating. No way are we going to get to the point where we’ll have to starve. But, I’m really, really worried about the fact that my computer is going to die at some point, too – and with it, all my data. My computer turned 5 years old last October. I have a 1 TB external harddrive where I have ALL the photos I’ve ever taken on phones stored. I don’t have a second harddrive for backups, if my computer and my harddrive die, they die. I simply do not have money to buy anything big enough for backups. It makes me anxious as hell, and really kinda mad. At some point I wanted to be able to afford a new computer.. man.
Since I’m turning 25 in May I’m losing out on my (goverment-issued) child allowance, which pays part of our rent. (~200 €) It looks like I’ll have to work a second job on the weekends.. Well. Let’s see how much money Alicia will make when she starts working. That’ll help a lot, and we could even save some money then, I think. Fingers crossed.
i won fifth harmony tickets but i can't go bc of work hhhhh
Family, Friends and even people I barely know have been such assholes to me lately and I don't ever feel sad/upset usually anymore but I feel it really hard right now :///
I have no business being up this late/early, but I simply cannot sleep.