I’m watching the Netflix film Dumplin’.
I’m watching the Netflix film Dumplin’.
I’m online Christmas shopping.
The husband frequently says how much he misses the dogs, and will regularly coo and aww over things they do which are not necessarily aww-worthy. I already ordered him swanky wireless headphones, but then I saw these.
Today’s interaction is two text messages which consist of:
My mother was mentally unwell for most of my adolescence and unchecked by my dad, who worked 80+ hours a week for most of the decade. They both have lingering codependence issues that keep things lively, but things have been generally better.
I live and work in a fairly small town. I know better than to go places after the gym, or if I’m not dressed in a way that I’m prepared to see people. (I ran into a dean at Target on my first weekend here. She was very much weekend-attired and looked mortified to see an employee.) So today, my lunch break rolled…
People who do not have roommates:
Do you have an anti-serial killer safety net? How many days could you be missing before someone would notice? Or would your cat be snacking on your eyeballs when someone noticed the smell?
A former colleague is sharing a list of the “Most LGTBQ friendly college campuses!” with a self-congratulatory message about how the former university made the cut.
This is the same former university where a colleague circulated an email mis-gendering a student and complaining that they were using the wrong restroom…
When I bought furniture the first time, I had a super small amount of money saved from my minimum wage summer job ($5.75/hr!) between college and grad school. I still have many of those pieces, bought from an unfinished oak warehouse, and finished on my parents’ back patio. Some of them suffered the wrath of…
So like ... the house thing may be happening?
We’ve put in offers on two since last I mentioned it. One was rejected and another failed inspection. The fourth house had a weird inspection issue where the HVAC failed because it was attached to some sort of space age security system and the owners had it on vacation mode…
I am ... struggling.
I’m trying to buy a house.
Pets are weird little @ssholes.
We have this dumpster cat, who I call (semi)-affectionately Sh*tty K*tty. He’s smarter than any cat has a right to be and uses his wits for evil. (You guys will have to trust me on this one. I know Team Cat is like, “All cats are part douchebag,” and that’s true. This cat takes it about…
I’m in my last summer of mall work, and the husband is ... somewhere ... Our hours are not complimentary. (And also, my feet are tired.)
We’ll be living separately next year for work reasons, and I’ve insisted on custody of the dogbeasts because of his schedule. Today, they were alone from 11:30 until about 6:15, and…
There are a lot of little situations floating around my life right now in which I am someone’s villain.
I have feelings.
It’s 85% official.
My Major Ex is basically a horrible person, but since it’s limited to overall moral character and not our interpersonal relationship, we’re friendly. His wife just gave birth in Japan, so naturally he’s back in the U.S., on a nostalgia tour of the time period when we were a thing.
So I left a university last year. If you weren’t around, I had a complex relationship with that university and was pretty glad to be leaving my (adjunct) role, as the (full-time) role I wanted wasn’t available.
WELL RIGHT AFTER I LEFT, THE PERSON WITH THE JOB I WOULD HAVE KILLED FOR PROCEEDED TO GET THEIR DREAM JOB AND…
I am nearing the end of my third decade and still support myself in part by working at the mall. It’s been bleak at times and is pretty easy to get morose about it. There have been some moments for hope this year.
My husband is shit with money, and I haven’t had a legit full-time job since 2006. We have furniture, but it’s not super nice.
I also have two dogs under the age of three.
So we have these basic oak pieces which I purchased in 2006 from an unfinished oak warehouse and finished myself (fruitwood stain ... which maybe I…