We’re Cloudbusting, Daddy!

Every time I walk around north London I get so angry because it’s so beautiful and it’s so not for people like me. Like nope sorry, excluded, go move to Croydon.

I’m so behind my peers on life milestones that I’m only doing the renting in house shares and living in London thing now and my friends are now old enough that they’re approaching that moving back to their hometown and buying a house there thing

someone giving me a condescending “I’ve been on tumblr for 15 years” in person (I’m visibly at least ten years younger than them) and I’m a bit like yeah okay, me too

Me, in June, dressing like I’m prepping to go out in winter, even though it is 20°C today, but that’s too cold for me.

I HEARD YOUR HEARTS DANCING

My friend’s inability to reply to any text is driving me insane. Are we getting brunch tomorrow like we mentioned two weeks ago? Who knows she hasn’t replied to any of my requests for information.

Putting in for sick leave for next week like mental health day, anniversary, I’m not going into it but give me the day off

I cried on that phone where doing a therapy intake form but that was last September and I never followed it up because all the appointment times they gave me were terrible so I gave up

It was my two year work anniversary this week. Crazy.

I don’t understand why America has instacart and doordash and that instead of like, Tesco home delivery that the supermarket organises and involves a refrigerated van coming to your door

The last three world cups being in Russia, Qatar and America, embarrassing. Let’s just give up on football now.

Attending a rail conference in two weeks and this time it’s in its home office that is one stop away from me or a thirty minute walk and I’m like hmm, walk in the morning?