#text rants

[lamialee]

Probably a wrong use of the word kawaii...

[hellovampy]

There is something about seeing a hat’s online description as having a “unisex” fit that makes me really question where we went wrong as a society.

All hats are unisex to begin with and you cannot convince me otherwise.

[lamialee]

Me: Do you think it'd be strange for you to have a twin?

Him: Not really, no. Statistically speaking, there are already 7 people on this world who look exactly like us.

Me: Oh...

Him: What?

Me: I already feel sorry for the other seven.

Him: HAHAHAHA!

[lamialee]

I just told my co-worker I could marry his dry sense of humour and he sneered. Is that a yes?

[lamialee]

Him: Can you remind me that we have a meeting tomorrow?

Me: Sure, can you remind me to remind you that we have a meeting tomorrow?

Him: ...

[too-much-alphabet-soup]

I'm realizing that the mental load I do as an AFAB autistic person is manifesting in caring for other people's emotional well-being in watching what I post online in spaces those people would see it.

I have developed a habit of telling people that I love that I thought of a fun joke tweet at their expense and tell them before posting.

I realize now that these people, who have in the past gotten up my ass about shit I posted that was a subtweet about them before, don't actually give a fuck. But, like I said, they've been up in my face about joke subtweeting about them before.

So yeah, now I do a little bit extra work for their emotional well-being.

I'm so exhausted

[amileofrandomness]

Yes, I love everybody.

Some I love to be with. Some I love to avoid. Others I just love to punch in the face. Hard.

[leadora]

I hate smalltalk

Sorry. Venting. Okay-- Online, it’s not so bad. In person, ugh. People take it so fucking personally.

Customer: “How was your Mother’s Day?” 

It was awful. I had a seizure Saturday night and my sister came to visit with her grandkid (who is 2 and into EVERYTHING) because apparently her skank mama didn’t want to take care of her on MOTHER’S DAY.  I love my sis, but three of her stepkids walk all over her. 

BUT HEY, I’m not really a mother (don’t care to be) but my fucking lovely fur loaves adore me and keep me comfortable (for the most part). 

I don’t want to lie or sugarcoat shit. I just wish people would quit asking me how things are going.  If you don’t want an honest answer, don’t ask the question, capiche? 

Doesn’t help that this is 1000% a Monday.  Our phones at work haven’t been working right, so I had to forward calls to my cell phone to get calls.