It's been like three months since someone has come up to me to tell me I look like a movie star.
I don't miss it.
It's always a little awkward.
I guess you could say this is a drought, if only I didn't know that every other person that looks at me isn't thinking it.
I’m done with all these lame chain restaurants like Denny’s, Boston Pizza, Earls, Cactus Club and so on etc. They’re all pretty much the same song and dance: mediocre food and lousy service. I need to find a new place to eat.
My manager had a choice today: he could move one item from Box A to Box B as he's already in the office, or have me commute 2.5 hours to do the same. The item has no bearing on my paid work. If the item stays in Box A, it's not part of my job duties. He asked me to come in. Fortunately a coworker offered to move the item for me. Point blank I realized that my manager doesn't have my back at all and would prefer to do nothing and have me on transit for 2.5 hours. It's times like these I wish I were independently wealthy.
When I was very small I liked to look through my baby book; see the pictures, the lock of hair, and beautiful cursive in my mothers hand. The past few years I’ve become more curious about my birth. The answer is often that it was a difficult time and it’s best I not know. Not know what? The baby book mysteriously misplaced, and as I age and become more self aware I notice a concerning trend in myself that causes me to wonder, what happened?
How DARE you give me attitude for not giving 2 dollars to your charity at the till. I give on my own time and I work in homeless shelters. You have no idea how much I give to the community. I have been shopping there for 10 years and have given your store thousands and thousands of money. This is the ultimate insult.
I had forgotten about the return of full nasal functionality.
Now everything and everyone smells like either shit, cat piss or sweaty balls.
I should start smoking again.
I've cut eating out down to about once every two to three weeks. Today is one of those days. Given that I used to eat out everyday due to stress/depression/laziness, I'm surprised how disciplined I've been. It's been really hard. But, not being able to afford rent and being on strike/laid off is scary. I just hope I can keep this up until it's the good times again. Good luck everyone!
Praying for a thick shroud of fog that lasts for three days!!!
Years ago I spent a lot of time at this place. There were regulars and the music playing had a particular sound. There’s a way people dress when you go and everyone speaks a similar way. I’d drink what the patrons were having and talk about spirits. It felt like my whole life was there. And then I just…stopped going. Now when I am exposed to anything that has the faintest whiff of that place I get the heebie-jeebies. What I see looking in from the outside of those memories scares me and I will never go back to church.
I'm middle-aged was transitioning a few year to female but stopped as people thought I was a cross dresser even in the gay community I was thought & seen as a crossdresser not as a transwoman....so I stopped, since then I have identified as non-binary/gender nonconforming, yet still seen and referred to as "dude, buddy. sir" etc even though I try to ask to be seen as non-binary...... anyway today I went to check out the Pride Parade & left before it started....I have no friends, no connections with people in the community & when i saw people with their friends, family, girlfriends/, boyfriends/partners I felt like shit, these events are great if you have people to meet there or go with, not when you go by yourself...& no I don't happen to meet people there...it's been like this all the times I go....I don't want to go up to someone & introduce myself....that's creepy.....I don't identify as a cis male, I don't identify as a gay man....I don't know maybe I'm too alternative or something & Pride is just too mainstream....I don't know....I don't know what's wrong with me:(