The one sad thing about no more internet is that I won’t be able to read Not Always Right on my ipod under the covers.
“I wasn’t wrong, but it wasn’t true either. Thanks for derailing my life, synthroid.”
I’m glad I still have chronic back pain to remind me what suffering is like.
Man, I’m having such a nice time packing. I don’t feel stressed or rushed at all, just happy.
I work well with myself.
“I want to never have gender or sex referred to unless it is pertinent. Like how you don’t specify that a person is white every time you talk about anything to do with a white person. I want gender to disappear. I want all things to be simplified. Gender, to me, just feels like presumptions and drama. I just want to be left alone.”
A sneak peek at an email I’m writing to Art.
I resent that I was called Mizzzz repeatedly today and that the person who kept saying it probably was required to. Your gendered honorifics do not make me feel respected.
[Fun fact: I accidentally typed “persona” instead of “person” initially.]
It’s time to stop following almost everyone on social networking sites.
LOL LOL LOL.
The Consumers Energy guy asked me if he could ask me why I’m not taking advantage of the special offers today (on TV and Internet) and I told him I don’t have the spare money right now and don’t need that stuff. He fell all over himself to tell me he appreciated my honest answer.
Man, if there’s anything you can count on me for, it’s an honest answer.
If you’re trying to teach someone a lesson, maybe make sure the lesson isn’t that you’re batshit crazy.
“I don’t understand your penis.”