this dog is such a nuisance in so many and varied ways but the one I really failed to predict is my mom constantly getting mad at me because any vaguely scented product I wear (all of which I have been wearing for years without issue or comment) "rub off on the dog" when I "pet" (read: get jumped on and bitten by) her (the dog) and "bother her (my mother) all day." so now I'm the dick for like. using leave-in conditioner.

I h8 period cramps whyy did they not only wake me out of a dead sleep and leave me curled into a fetal ball of pain foe an hour, but specifically woke me out of a dream of literally laboring and giving birth. not cool.

I'm less boohoo sad about K ignoring me these days and more just like. irritated. we have years of shared OCs and lore, and I'm novelizing it. like, taking it dead serious, 100k words in, using all the power of my creative writing degree, Doing The Damm Thing we've talked about for years. and she won't engage with me!!! which feels bonkers insane!!! like, having someone willing to talk to you about your OCs is already one thing. but having someone else create the content so you can just sit back and consume it???? literally the dream!!!! fantasizing about that exact thing and realizing nobody was coming to save me was what finally gave me the gumption to start writing it myself!!! like forget the friendship element entirely, forget all that. just in abstract. someone sends you creative work about your OCs. not even slop! work that has been done with care, by someone who is open to your input. and you don't even have the curiosity to engage???? where is your whimsy, bro??? do you know how many tumblerimas would kill to be in a comparable position????

in a big dumb situation at work that is entirely the fault of one of our clients but that is preventing us from doing what we're contracted to do for our other clients. I have been, out of the goodness of my heart, doing something that is not my job and that I was not trained to do, to help one of my main clients. and at first it was fun! I felt like I was making a difference! but a few days in it's becoming clear to me that their reaction is not any kind of gratitude or like. understanding. they're just bitching and moaning that I'm not doing it fast enough. so it's not really fun anymore.

NOT looking a gift horse in the mouth in fact very #blessed and #thankful clearly someone or something is looking out for me but: it's wild to me that despite barely brushing my teeth for the past year (I know), I have no cavities. girlies who don't believe in soda and exclusively drink fluoridated water stay winning 🦷💪

mom is doing that thing where she's mad that she's the only one who cooks and does dishes around the house which would be completely justified were she not also the only one who does not have a job. and like. Eye Remember when I was the unemployed one, I was expected to cook and got ~yelled at~ if I didn't do the dishes. to the tune of "you sit on your ass all day in this house i pay for, it's the least you can do." so I'm just a little like... okay cool. what changed between then and now.

doing a fucked up social experiment on my parents where I don't volunteer to reconnect the TV to the wifi until they explicitly ask me to. my step dad has been opening and closing nextflix while sighing increasingly more agitatedly for like five minutes.

been having a really stupid problem recently where I feel like my nose is blocked OR I'm just short of breath for no discernable reason only to discover that my glasses have slid down and are pinching my nose shut. the amount of time it takes me to realize this every time is.. too long.

the one thing that drives me maybe the most insane is that my mom spent my entire childhood being like "shut up nobody cares" whenever I tried to talk about the books I was reading, but now she's one of those people who sits on the couch and watches tiktoks at full volume while the rest of us are watching TV ans wants to ask fucking listening comprehension questions. like girl. I am actively trying to tune you out we are in a PUBLIC SPACE!!! I neither know nor care what is happening on your phone, which is also POINTED AWAY FROM ME!!! which is not an invitation to turn it towards me and make me watch!!!!!!!!

mom keeps getting pissed at stepdad and I for not putting in enough effort to keep the house clean, which she reads as us expecting her to do it. well, I don't know what his issue is, but mine-- and I recognize that this sounds kind of ridiculous, and I am being so dead serious- is that we never cleaned growing up and everything was always nasty until here very recently, so it does not occurr to me that things need to be cleaned until they are catsclysmically bad. like, I will never organically be like "oh look, the shower is a few shades off of perfectly clean, time to attend to it before it gets bad!" it is exclusively either "shower looks like it always does" or "oh god the shower." so no I'm not expecting you to clean it!! it has not yet occurred to me that it needs to be cleaned!!! not really sure what to do about that!!!