[ There was a fuzzy feeling in his brain, pulling himself up to his bed after throwing up. He clutches Mezzo close to his chest, and cries into the fabric. He scratches at his hands, almost harsh enough to break skin but of course he’s careful.
He brings his legs to his chest, Mezzo laying on his legs. Petes phone laid nearby, the cats waiting outside his door as he had shut them out. He started slipping into little space, he buries his face into the plushie while digging his nails into it.
His knees tremble, the skin around his eyes hurt due to his glasses frame being pushed against it. Pete whimpers quietly, pressing his back against the hard wall. They blink back more tears, which threatened to spill and do anyway. ]
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I don't remember if I posted about this already but I had a client at my work who brought in their computer for it running slow (failing hdd) and I found a .txt file on their desktop from a scammer showing they'd paid $499 for a purchase of Windows 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, and 20
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For those who are unsure of whether or not they really have the "sensitivity to cold" symptom of fibromyalgia, because you think that it's just you not being able to handle colder temperatures like other people, that's one way of putting it. The other way is, when it's winter and the temperatures start dropping, do you feel your pain more intensely? Do you feel like you have more problems with your joints? Is your partner always commenting how cold your fingers and toes are, but it somehow gets more frequent in winter? Those are other ways to consider being sensitive to the cold.
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Just thought I'd quickly pop back here to say that I'm still alive lol. I'm just on a small tumblr break because I've been busy battling against stomach infection, depression, and most of all the shenanigans (or whatever tf one should call it) of my local postal service. I won't go into details but suffice it to say that I've shed blood, sweat, tears, and a decent amount of my sanity on my mission to get my package of DL goods. But I finally triumphed, and the package is now in my hands safe and sound *٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و*
I'll make a post sometime this week where I'll show you guys what exactly the package contains! All I'll reveal for now is that it's Good Shit. A lot of Good Shit (especially if you are a fellow Ruki stan hehe). So stay tuned ⸜(。˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝
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In case you think "best job I've ever had" means "good job," I walked through the door tonight and paused thoughtfully before I blurted out, in response to asking how my day was:
"I'm seriously considering running away and digging ditches for a living. Operating a forklift. Joining the circus. Anything to never speak to the people I am providing services for again."
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Also, just as a general comment on the whole Dream situation on one of the takes I kept seeing; y'all know that snapchat is like, an actual platform people use to talk to each other, right? It's not like, a creepy platform only used by predators. Right? Like. I've never had a snapchat account, and literally all throughout college I'd get offered people's snapchats and have to say I didn't have it and ask for their phone number instead. My like 45 year old boss uses snapchat to talk with her like 20 year old kids. I once had to write an actual email to another human being to tell them no, they could not put down their snapchat handle as an emergency contact method for their club paperwork.
Idk I had to actually check with other people in the discord to make sure I wasn't insane, and no, other people reported the same thing. Snapchat is a normal platform people use to talk to others. But for some reason, I kept seeing that take that somehow giving a snapchat was inherently predatory and that threw me for one hell of a loop. I'm really just not sure where that idea came from.
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head in my fucking hands. I'm 32 and I still have no idea what I have to do in order to get people to understand the words I say. This applies to a lot of things but today in specific I stopped by the vet office and I was like. my cat turns into a ball of hate every time I come in. I would like to bring him in and have the tech or vet come in for like 5 minutes so that he can get a little more used to the experience, but not have anyone mess with him. He hates the vet and part of that is because he gets held down and stuck with needles. Can we please do a little exposure therapy where he gets told he's a lovely young man and gets some wet food.
And when they called me back they were like 'have you considered trying to get him more adjusted to the carrier? we can give him more meds. there's a virtual pet behavior service you could try.'
It's like the IT problem where yeah, probably 90% of the calls you get CAN be solved by turning it off and on again. You can probably just mindlessly run down the script and get a reasonable solution for the average caller. But for the remaining 10%, you do actually have to use your brain. You do actually need to process the things you're being told.
it's just so disheartening to literally be standing there watching my words fly over someone's head in real time. I can't count the number of times I've seen someone's body language clearly indicate to me that they've stopped caring and they're just waiting for me to stop talking so that they can walk away.
I'm about to hit the point of like, making people repeat the gist of the conversation back to me at the end of it.
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trying to be like positive and normal but the thought of dealing with my car is making my brain turn into sludge
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Writing idea: Sirens aren't actually singing women, they're manifestations of nature that sing the song of something greater than them that runs through their body, a huge gravitational force that can only speak through song and dance and the song they push through brings people closer because of this magnetisation to bodies. It's a magnetisation to the hive mind that uses nymph-esque beings to reach through
Pay no attention to this being on this blog
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