I had a tattoo I wanted for years. I was like well it’s going to be really expensive and I shouldn’t spend the money on it while I have these expenses coming up. A few years and a divorce later, well, I really want this tattoo, but I have student loans and a car loan and it would be really irresponsible of me to pay for a tattoo instead of putting extra money towards those. Yes I could work a bunch of OT to pay for it, but if I work a bunch of OT then I should take that money and put it towards becoming debt free. Maybe when I pay them off I’ll get it. Then it hit me that I won’t have my loans paid off until I’m in my 40s, even at the rate I’m going (making double payments every month).

Tattoo was finished yesterday. I could have paid off one of my loans with what it cost, but fuck it’s absolutely beautiful. The artist is a painter who tattoos and it legit looks like a painting on my skin.

I had a TENs machine. I also have endometriosis (after suffering for over 20 years found a surgeon willing to do surgery, gods bless her for giving me a chance to live). When I was still with my ex I used it as a simulator to try to show him what my pain felt like. He was on the floor screaming and couldn’t straighten his legs or stand up because of the pain and I was just standing there chilling and hadn’t even hit the lowest threshold of my normal everyday pain limit, let alone the pain I felt when I had my period. I was like now do you understand why I’m exhausted and depressed all the time and hate my life?

I’m a really fast reader and I had a slowish day at work yesterday. I read The Colour of Magic start to finish yesterday morning and really enjoyed it. I’m almost finished with The Light Fantastic now.

Yes, I’m not sure why they deleted their comment, it was still a good suggestion and I appreciate it.

I forgot I read this series! I absolutely loved the first half, by the last half I just felt like I was only finishing it because I had invested too much time in it. I hated the way the women characters developed at the end, it felt very “men writing women”. It was so gross. I also hated how dialogue heavy the last few books were, the plotline dragged hard.

I have read the Hobbit! I was so excited for the movies and when the first one came out I almost cried in the theater. I made myself watch the second one but never did watch the third one. The book is good enough.

Depends. I’ve realized that people aren’t really looking for an answer beyond being acknowledged, so “hey”, “hey, how are you?” or a simple return of the greeting lets them know that you hear them and are completing the social contract. If they follow up or if it’s asked in a context where I think they want an answer sometimes I just say “here” or “breathing” and that gets the point across.

Dang, that’s rough. It sucks that neighbors can really affect your quality of life so much. My first apartment was great the first 2 years and then I had an unemployed couple move in below me and all they did 24/7 was sit outside under my windows and heat/ac unit and smoke and it filled my apartment with smoke (I’m really sensitive to smoke and get horrible migraines from it), talk loudly, and have really loud sex at all hours of the day (which was amusing but obnoxious). Shortly after they moved in another couple moved into the apartment that had a balcony adjoining ours and they were potheads who were too lazy to take their dog out to use the toilet, so they just let it out onto the balcony to go right onto the floor. It smelled so bad we couldn’t use ours anymore or open the door to it. I was so grateful when my lease was over and I could GTFO. My neighbors in my current apartment are fantastic and I’m in terror of the day one of them moves. As a long time night shifter sometimes I’m worried that I’m the loud one, I try to be quiet but I’m just nocturnal by nature and I’m on the top floor.

Sound can also travel very oddly. I grew up in a house where my sibling’s bedroom was between my bedroom and my parent’s bedroom. I could have the radio on in my bedroom and turn the volume down so low that you couldn’t make out individual words if you were standing a few feet in front of the radio, and you couldn’t hear it at all in the hallway or my sibling’s room, but somehow in my parent’s room it was obnoxiously loud. I remember one time I had it on just loud enough to hear my music in my room and I went to my parent’s room to talk to them and almost had to yell to be heard over it. I had to use headphones all the time and I couldn’t have private conversations in my bedroom if I didn’t want my parents to hear.

Hey you, you’re finally awake…

Yeah that’s my answer. Life is just so empty when no one loves you and you have no one to love. I’m incredibly grateful that I have a decent job and a roof over my head and food in my fridge and my life is better than it was a few years ago but except for my 2 amazing cats I have absolutely no one to love or love me and that hurts. I just want a hug and someone to tell me about their day while we eat dinner.

Yeah, part of me is like “the government can’t have my fingerprints” but I work a job that requires criminal background checks so I’ve been fingerprinted and run through police and FBI databases more times than I can honestly remember… They’ve got my fingerprints. They all have my fingerprints. It’s a little late to start worrying about it.

How dare someone who is dying of cancer and is too sick to work anymore get free Netflix! They can work for it like everyone else! I’m not subsidizing their Netflix /s