I feel like one of my friend groups is dissolving, and I’m going to get left behind as a result. There’s only so many times i can reach out to them and be shot down. Like I get people have plans, but it’s never “i’d like to but I’m busy then. I’m free [X] weekend though”
i want to put a "protect trans kids" sticker on my work van, but my employer is such a corporate bureaucracy that a sticker might start an investigation, and i wouldnt be able to help myself from going "i wonder who put that there?!?!" and getting caught
i got the "chase" figure in the saucy pizza rat blind box and i have nobody to brag to
I want to put a “protect trans kids” sticker on my work van, but my manager is such CMA doormat that there’s no way he’d allow it
I keep trying to make a bowl of porridge for breakfast but it takes so long to make and cool down enough to eat that I can never finish it before I have to leave for work.
I hate being invisible. I walk in a restaurant and the people behind me get seated first. I sit at the bar and get a Diet Coke, nobody ever asks for my order. The bartender goes to literally everyone around me and asks them, just skipping me for no reason.
Just got in my latest additions to the flatwoods monster/cryptid corner I got going on
I got worms! In my intestine! How do I light my intestine on fire?
A young woman out of nowhere spoke to me on the bus. It was awkward, people dont really talk to me. I’m not used to being perceived.
Though i know i should be wary, still i venture someplace scary, ghostly haunting i turn loose, Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice!
Dont talk to me or my son ever again Got a new flatwoods monster tattoo (the second one) on the same arm, which means I really have to start a whole sleeve. Credit to Black Veil for the first tattoo and Soy Sauce Tattoo for the second
Bittersweet day, and I guess I’m back to posting to the void when I’m sad. I got some bright red hotdogs from Maine, saw The Furious, walked around Boston, went to a Digital Circus drag show…but I did everything alone
Tm tm tm tm but my next big business idea is patches with a tiny speaker and button that play a sound/song when you press them
Maybe I need to go to therapy again because it’s been rough. I was out with some friends and went to the bathroom, and when I came back they were talking about a place to grab dinner. Did they tell me? Of course not. I had to ask.
Met with my psychiatrist last week and shared the results of some bloodwork in the zoom. She saw all the tabs i have open and said "wow that's a lot" and i was like "this is just the non-work stuff on my work laptop, i have another window of work stuff, and a ton more at home" she thinks i have ADHD
@quintonreviews.bsky.social is this a sticker of Garfield as the Flatwoods Monster in your grumpy cat video? Where do you even get this?
Went to a store with a small CRT by the checkout, as I was leaving I said “Thanks, and I like your CRT” and the cashier was like “the what?” So I repeated myself and they had no idea what I was referring to.
My flight says it’s on time, but the fact that we haven’t started boarding and the flight is supposed to take off in 15 min makes me think something is up
@mbta.com yo I’ve been waiting for the 61 bus for over an hour. Your app said it was 10 min away then decided to switch buses so it was an hour away. It’s fuckin pouring out here, the fuck is wrong with you?!
Gave my presentation on the flatwoods monster and the hopkinsville goblins tonight. It went great imo, and i had a ton of fun researching it. I found early investigations on the encounters, the project bluebook files, etc. I also got did a lot of google image searching for "sexy [cryptid]"
Favorite part of the new Taskmaster: Kumail: So it doesnt matter if you do the task or not?! Alex: no, not really
I need a decent black jean jacket, I’ve already ruined a cyperpunk themed jacket with Halloween and cryptid patches
I realized today that food prices these days when eating at a small place or local coffee shop are basically what exorbitant festival prices used to be.
Just saw a camera shot of myself from behind/above, aside from my usual ugliness I think I’m balding
Just putting this here since nobody will spoil it, I’m giving a short presentation on May 2nd on alien cryptids (Braxxie my beloved) and I know nobody will appreciate it but I’ve done so much research that will be wasted on a rushed presentation and the necessity to include jokes.
Welp, done with therapy I guess. I’m not exactly where i’d like to be, but I think the goal is to get there on my own, or at least avoid relapsing.
I got my last therapy session this week and only now am i understanding all those mental health related comics i've seen where the self-critical thoughts are shown like it's someone else saying those things to you.
