I KNOW, RIGHT?

Oh, man, I learned so much applied science in my medical lab Technologist program. You do get ‘Rut roh, Raggy!” moments looking at patient results sometimes.

Usually STEM dudebros who think the S in STEM excludes life sciences.

I actually laugh at those people. They were mostly cowards on the Internet. The ones in person got a full serving of my teenage scorn-face.

Apparently it’s considered to be a ‘soft’ science. Like, dudes. See if YOU can exist without biology.

I have a degree in Biology (I wanted to do my masters in. Microbiology, but shit got in the way. Now I work in a clinical lab doing microbiology, so winning?).

I’m going to stop doing it now, but I have done it a lot. ACK. Time to get the cornstarch stuff.

I have an asshole cat. Had I met him as an adult I wouldn’t have adopted him. But I love him to death. And I’ll miss him when he’s gone :(

I’m resigned to the fact that I’m just going to pay whatever the minimum is and it’ll be paid off whenever. Unless I get a windfall.

This whole trial is making me sick. I can’t even read headlines about it.

I am, to a point. There are some things I won’t compromise on. I won’t date a smoker, for instance. And I’ve come to grips with my mostly asexuality plus low sex drive (And I’m OK with it), so I would rather be single than compromise with someone super sexual.

I’m perpetually grey, but good people! I usually lurk SNS because my depression has been an ass lately and telling me noone cares about what I have to say. Boo. Bad brain.

I didn’t realize how far down in the hole I was until the med change kicked in. I finally have energy to do things. I made a stew! I’m going to paint! Fallout doesn’t give me nightmares (as much) anymore.

These two are Poppy and Queen. I adopted Queen from the shelter last year. I tried to change her name from the shelter name, but it suits her. She runs the house.

I think you’re doing pretty great. And I second the cheddar biscuits at Red Lobster.

I had pepsi!

I have three kitties! People are like ‘You should get more kitties!’ but 3 is enough for me. My mom calls them her grandcats. I’m introducing them through the screen door to a friend’s dog (Verdict: One hates the dog, one loves the dog, one is indifferent) in case i need to pupsit.

Holy shit :( That’;s terrible. Up here in my corner of the great white north it’s handled quickly. That day or the next if there’s not an OB available right meow.

I met him fairly early on in his transformation, and he was super nice.

And whenever I point this out I get variations of #notallmen happening. D: