I am so excited.
My psychic adventure was more of an attempted shakedown. The aftermath was a psychological trip into the recesses of the mind. And not the fun kind.
I can’t be arsed to look into my history to see if I even wrote a post about the first psychic I saw, so no link. But I did see a psychic today. Oh my Yeezus.
I’m looking to make some more guy friends, and possibly take it slow and have a relationship. I don’t know a lot of guys, and I’m honestly terrified to talk to to one in real life. So I ask: Are these apps worth it?
Scene: a nail salon.
I love my bosses. I love the fact that I’m working. I just can’t handle waking up in the morning with sick anxiety over the treatment I receive from my only two co-workers.
I like my job, and very grateful to have it. Here are my updates:
Five days a week, and hours or whatever. Yes, I am finally in the workforce.
I want to say that overall, I liked the episode! Spoilers.
As I posted yesterday, I have one job interview today. I want a job. So this is major.
Praise be to Doc Hammer and Jackson Publick!
The saga took a twist!
I am so glad I am able to talk to my doctor today. This situation is not something I could avoid...
I’m the whipping girl.
Calling all Black Milk Sharkies and Squishable fans! Good news on both fronts!
Hey y’all! Between the suckery and assholerization of the world, let’s take a moment to craft our OWN narratives. With Gifs. Because internet age.
TW I guess, regarding loss, minor TW about weight (?). But it’s mostly about how much one thing can hurt.