No, Luke. Meesa your father.

I am really, really sorry. That really bothers me when people do it, but I know it helps them. I try to tolerate it if I’m not having an awful sensory day, but sometimes it’s like the noisy lightbulb and I just can’t take it.

Megacolon sounds a lot cooler than it really is.

I like your little sauce cups for mise en place.

I am so jealous. My old work had stalls with gaps. The whole room was a bit tight, so you couldn’t just back up far enough to see the feet of the person in the stall. The locks were installed in such a way that if you pulled the door a little, it would open. (So a discreet soft pull on the door was not a good way of determining occupancy.)

The only way to know was to look in the gap.

I was about to go in a stall when I made eye contact with the current occupant of said stall. She just yelled out “YOU CREEPIN?”

I am of course not socially awkward at all and was completely normal when I replied back “no… Sorry.”

Actual privacy in a multi-stall bathroom would be so nice.

Ahh no worries. I was just curious from an internet stranger’s perspective, but thanks for the info you did have!

Interesting! Does he have any issues with other people needing to access near the house, like getting deliveries and the meters for utilities read?

Then you’ll have to source your mold elsewhere. Bleu cheese is an option.

Easier than having them in parallel, like a wanna-be octomom.

Ahh my back. I need money to fix it.

Same. I like the little nipple pillow. Makes it so it is so much less painful when it is cold.

I wish my enemies were more logical. They just make bullshit up and bully me instead. Completely useless for self-improvement.

The less I have to worry about the essentials, the happier I am. The essentials being…

• Personal safety

• Access to clean water and food

• Access to healthcare

• Access to housing that is adequate/does not make me sick

I still have to worry about all of the above a moderate amount, so it makes it a lot harder to deal with anything that makes me happy. If I hate my job, all of the above get a lot harder to secure, so I would need to tread carefully. My previous housing situation made me extremely sick, so I had to pay a lot more to find something that didn’t hurt me. (And therefore made it so I have to put off essential medical procedures.)

It’s not all bad, but I would imagine removing those barriers would lead me to the freedom to make decisions that make me happier.

I bet that smelled fantastic.

Gender dysphoria, continental drift

Completely agree. The state of the US passenger train system is absolutely pitiful, and useless for any of the trips I needed to take.

Oh, what a cute noisy present. Perfect to stay at gift giver’s place when you visit!

I hate the cold. I hate being cold. It is so painful.

But I will still occasionally have ice cream when the weather is cold. Delicious pain.

Fair enough. If I witnessed a deer bashing its own brains out, I would definitely be so fucking freaked out my memory would be doing wild shit about the encounter, too. Filling in details that weren’t there, not noticing that only part of the brain fell out, just completely unreliable.

Yep. It’s why I try not to lean into anything too hard and get secondhand or minimal supplies. If she latches on, we can look at expanding, but that usually just fizzles out.