OMFG, this is the 4th fucking day in a row where the weather has given me a serious headache. I hate the end of winter and the beginning of spring so goddamn much. The transition period is simply brutal for all chronic pain sufferers.
@farellemoon
18+ account! I'm a disabled bisexual transmasc polyromantic papyrophiliac soon to be ocean rower harbor seal with an ESA dog named Jessie! I use he/they pronouns. Angelo is my main fursona. Art! Pet photos! Thoughts! aka The Pastel Prince
OMFG, this is the 4th fucking day in a row where the weather has given me a serious headache. I hate the end of winter and the beginning of spring so goddamn much. The transition period is simply brutal for all chronic pain sufferers.
The crayon connoisseur!
@kinderpup.bsky.social
Kinder is, like, my most favorite baby fur. This a great pic of him!
Senator Tuberville on x writing a response to the @endwokeness account Original tweet from @EndWokeness - βless than 25 years apartβ Image 1 - the twin towers as they are hit by a the planes on 9/11/2001 Image 2 - Mayor Mamdani sitting on a prayer rug while hosting an Iftar at city hall Quote tweet from Senator Tuberville - βthe enemy is inside the gates.β
Let there be as much outrage from politicians in Washington when kids go hungry as there is when I break bread with New Yorkers.
30 minutes is two 15 min segments, which are basically only 10 mins each. XD That's how my brain deals with having to tough through 30 mins at a time.
Does anyone elses brain do this?
Found a goldmine of job applications with a really awesome company known for hiring a lot of LGBTQ folks! I put in, like, 7 applications and will cry myself to sleep if not a single one of them at least gets me an interview.
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boob window π«Άππ (they/them only)
My newest painting with my first girl, "Butterfly Garden" is now up on patreon and for sale! consider checking it out :3
Good news! My foot cyst is of no real concern. :) Nice for once to have a medical issue that doesnβt balloon into a big thing.
I've got a giant I cryst growing on top of my right foot Imma see Podiatry about it tomorrow, but ya'll... it is taking everything in me not a draw a face on it and call it Pusstulio.
Sleep apnea sucks.
out of a locked drawer at their hostess station - which the guy the night of must not have known about! I rejoice because - yadda yadda keys, yay, but I have a Jigglypuff and Magneto keychain on there that would be impossible to replace!!!
So, that was my unnecessary adventure!
out how to crack the damn thing open using a screw driver, Eight happens to have, and replace it. It works! YAY!!!
After I drive over to TRH, and walk up saying," I'm 100% certain I left my keys here two nights ago..." and before the first girl can ask me to decribe them, the second one pulls them
Now, my luck works in very specific ways, in that nothing is ever easy, but everything ends up okay. It turns out, Eight had gone to the hardware store yesterday for some reason, and one of the things he happened to buy, still in the car, was the button battery that might fit my fob. So, we figure
I pull the physical key out of the fob to unlock it (using the wrong key first), and I at least get in. Then I press the start button with the actual fob, I was once told that it would work, it does, but the second it's not a inch away from the steering wheel, it screams the fob can't be detected.
I get to the gas station, and Eight pulls up at the pump next to me to also pump gas. We could have gone to the TRH first, but did not. We go inside for drinks and to pay, pump, and then - I can't fucking get my car door to open. The key fob is just DEAD.
We get there, and my door opens. HAZZAH!!! But my damn car won't start, so I fling the door open and wave for Eight to wait. I flip my Invader Zim messenger bag around in my passenger seat so the key fob is closer, and it starts. Yay! Then my jeep reminds me loudly I'm on empty and need gas. Oh...
Oh, and we got up there too late to go to TRH because I had a very bad day, so I didn't get out of bed until late.
Then today Hartless made sure the only key on the hook was my spare, so I wasn't an idiot and took his main key or some stupid shit, so we head up - oops rush hour traffic.
Welp...
The next day, Eight drives me up to go fetch my jeep with my spare key, but when we get there, it won't work. Then we realize I accidentally took Hartless's spare jeep key, and I kick myself for an hour drive home, as Hartless had told me to take both spares in case I guessed which one was wrong!
Even though it's 11:30 pm, and they close at 10 pm. Nafzib has amazing luck, tho, so someone picks up, and he explains the situation. The guy on the phone is a total bro and looks, only to report back, no dice. So, Nafzib drives me the hour home, but it's okay cause we like each other a lot.
Well..
I go to push the button, assuming the car failed to detect the key, and my keyring is nowhere to be found! I retrace my steps, then go into their house using the garage door code, and explain - my keys are missing.
Nafzib proceeds to tear his car apart with no luck, and then we all think to call...
I clearly had my keys. We dined, it was fabulous, and when we got home after some cuddling, I convinced Nafzib to watch 'Queen Charlotte' with me - he was surprisingly hooked so I was there until 11 pm!
I got to leave and get all the way to my car, stick my hand in the door, and it does not unlock.
My Missing Keys: An Unnecessary Adventure
Two nights ago, my boyfriend, his hubby, and I went to Texas Roadhouse to have a good time. On our way out of the driveway, I said I thought I forgot to lock my jeep, so I pushed the button as we drove by it, and everyone saw it flash to lock. Meaning...
Yeah, like, I'm not certain how I survived the 29 years I did without one! Like, while in the hospital, I didn't have it (long story), and every time I fell asleep, my heart monitor would lose its damn mind screaming until I woke up and nurses came running. I need this damn thing, damn it.
My new CPAP will be ready for pickup on the 18th, but only because I'm willing to drive halfway across the State to pick it up; it would have been the 28th.
Mind you, this thing has been broken since the 27th of Feb, and I was expected to go that entire time, with heart problems, without one. WTF?
And officially dropped by my only client. Not performance-based, but the fact that all non-profits in the LGBTQ+ space are struggling hard right now.
Wah wah.
Onto the next contract, I suppose...
Goddamn it... My body can't take this up and down. I do so hate when the weather does this.
I got this bitchen piece from them in December and I love it so much. They were a saint about the changes I asked for in the sketch because I'm one of those annoying commissioners who always forget to mention a detail. lol
Text conversation "I love you" "I love you more" "More than? (picture of pokemon rumble spheal)" "Know your limits."