They Used To Call Me Bubbles

When I left the family home, and moved to my apartment, I packed up what I needed and left a lot there. Slowly I’ve been taking more over time (ie, when I first moved out, it was cold so I mostly took sweaters and jeans. Then once the weather turned warm, I went back and got my dresses.). There is still so much stuff at that house, though, and particularly in my old bedroom. And I want to get it out. It’s the “master” and I figure at some point KD might want it. If nothing else, E might like it when she visits or he could use it for guests. The fact that he hasn’t taken it for himself yet, indicates to me that he isn’t brining women over - he’s set up in the downstairs den and I think if he was having sex at the house, he’d want the master available. I could be wrong, obviously. But it’s just the way I feel - I think TG is still limited to hooking up on work trips. But I could be wrong.

My fuckwad neighbors left their floodlight on all Saturday night - it points *directly* into my bedroom window. I went over Sunday morning because it was STILL on at 10am - and they weren’t home. I checked all day and evening and they never showed up so I think they must have left town and just left all the lights on to try to scare off burglars. A large population of my town is California boomers who have retired and need a place to spend their money. So since they’re coming from big cities, they have a lot of “stranger danger” fear. Which, I get. But our area is pretty safe, particularly the neighborhood I’m in (which is one of the reasons I chose it) and there’s no need to blast your lights. THAT will open up you to violence 😂

My algorithm now is all “relationship red flags” and “when an avoidant breaks up with you”, with a healthy dose of “girl, you don’t need no mans, being a single woman is awesome fuck relationships” thrown in (although I keep seeing the same guy posting videos “what a man REALLY thinks of your texts!” so I guess they figure I still have a shot at not dying alone if I can remember to put a little winky face 😉 at the end of my texts to show him how fun and flirty I am!).