Mannnnnn, every time I see one of these, I feel like I’m really missing out by not being bisexual. Damn. Guess I’ll buy more books! Anyone want some tea or an iced coffee? You doing okay? Need anything? I’ll totally run out in the rain, to get whatever you could possibly need to make your life better, if only for a moment. Really, I’m offering.
Shit, dude. My iron was at 2 after my last blood test. They keep pumping me full of star stuff–pow, straight in the veins–and I just keep burning through it. Why, stars, why! Why does thou forsake me! I am very tired, stars.
Only Honk.
Or
“There are no genders. Only Honk.”
Make a new website, and/or make a new HonkBusters.
Alternatively: “Where we’re going, we won’t need genders to honk…”
Oh, holy hell, I just uncontrollably giggled at that for so long, my chest hurts. I sent it to my only group of friends, and it looks even better in smaller thumbnail form. Good gracious.
After growing up mostly in the Colorado mountains, and even later in the more suburban areas, but still near enough to the mountains, lynx and cougar calls are strange and loud as shit. They scared the jeebs out of child-me in the dark nothing. Cool as hell, though, once you know what they are. Loud ass kitties, echoing for miles.
Everytime I see this, I can’t help but giggle a little at that magnificent lump, just florpin’ on by, awkward as hell. I love our moon, so much.
My brain originally interpreted this as .palace, not .place, and I think I discovered our house’s true name. C’mon, honey, to the Autism Palace! 🏰
(Also, this is awesome!)
My new therapist’s office sets a recurring bi-weekly appointment for their patients, which I find fantastic, and it’s been a great start, but it’s still relatively new and we’re getting familiarized enough to work out a specific treatment plan, so every two weeks, she’ll open with a genuine: “How are you?” and it’s a toss-up in my head between: “Are you sure you wanna know? Or should we get shit done…”
Flirtinis, all around!
Also anxiety/guilt paralysis mellow…
Nice! I was in a similar place with having to juggle other conditions and medication changes to be able to take stimulants, which exacerbated the hell out of everything, but damned if it didn’t need to be done for my health, anyway, haha. I hope the beta blockers help!
Whatever hurdles you still have, dear Stamets, I hope you’re able to keep working towards getting meds. Some fiction-worthy circumstances made my own undertaking SUCK, and it took other extreme health trials for me to even tackle the whole process properly in the first place, cause all that stuff made me a pro with “just one more day of this shit, and I can die tomorrow, right?”, but so far it’s been utterly worthwhile. We can all cry, together!
Yeah, I recently got meds at 33 (hooray!), insane improvement, and morning brain is still like “But do you really have the severe ADHD you definitely have, or is it all just a big fucking lie you made up to excuse your weaknesses, you weak bitch? Maybe you just need 6-28 cups of coffee and 12 hours of guilty scrolling to low-volume TV to start your day, hmmmm?”
Then I finally take my damn pill, everything shuts the hell up, and I realize how completely chill I am, and capable of laundry.
Think I’ll print this out to go on the fridge, (with a calendar event set every few weeks to move its placement, before object permanence turns it to invisible scenery).
“I’m sorry, Monsieur Toast, the job posting was for an experienced host.”
There’s always velcro? Though you may not want to attach it directly to the wall because of paint, you could probably use it to attach something for hanging, to the back. I recently mounted a nearly 10lb, 48"x24" white board directly to a metal door with a single package of adhesive mounting velcro. It wasn’t even intentional, I had a whole over-the-door hook plan worked out for its mounting holes, using the velcro to keep it level and from any movement, and it turned out to be plenty, shockingly strong enough.
It’s actually got me super excited for more hanging of weird things, cause I’ve gotten pretty good with Command Hooks, etc, and often find them wanting… Literally tonight, though I can’t prove the timeliness, had one fall off the wall, that wasn’t holding anything heavier than its load, just an old walking stick. Eventually, they die, and it seems the newer adhesive quality has become subject to enshitification, but I may also be a cynical shite. (งツ)ว
Of which the response is: “okay,” or worse: “👍”
Heh. Take THAT, Catholics! Oh, if theses were Reeses…
Oh, god, my soul vibrated with this. I don’t drive, and I’m waiting for an upcoming surgery, so in the meantime I can barely function, but I have the style personality of a Y2k heroin clown, and a closet [flat surfaces in the bedroom] full of ridiculous secondhand-site clothing that screams at me for the day I’m “normal” enough to wear it. Cause I’ll definitely, totally want to leave the house when I’m healthier, right?..Right?
Yay! Maybe a little bit more upbeat stuff than pure relaxation, but a good jumping off point, I hope, for everyone making more awesome playlists to share! Japanese Jazz & Dandy Bebop
Shit. Does that goes for ladies, too? Cause I might need to have a long talk with myself. Can it work that way? Can I instantly give myself another level of beautiful existential pain, like my bi friends?