Monzanita

For Pride Month I broke up with my CisHet boyfriend because I realized he was too uncomfortable in queer spaces and I was uncomfortable having him around too.

I had to evacuate my own house because my dumb ass let my teens buy Axe Body Spray

Tis the season of finding all my lost garlic

I just want a house that makes sense to live in and doesn't have stupid appliances and amenities that just break. Like I can pay a lot of money to fix up my old mobile home or pay a lot of money to buy a new one and then still have to pay to fix everything that breaks in it. I would rather haul water from a well outside than worry about my dishwasher leaking or pipes bursting and rotting my floors. But people say I can't raise my kids like that.

My dishwasher (2023) has been leaking. This led to me tearing up my floors (2021) and my entire life (1990)

When I was with my ex-wife I was trying to figure out if I was bi or a lesbian. There was a questionnaire that asked if I would ever date a man again. At the time my answer was ew, no and enough of the other questions pointed me to labeling myself as a lesbian. I also knew that sexuality is a spectrum so although I wasn't as gay as my gold-star wife I could still fall under the category as lesbian. Now that I'm back to dating a man I realize that I chose a label with very limited information and I based it off of who I was in that relationship. I'm a different person now and can see myself better in a whole picture sort of way. I still feel gross about the fact that I took place in bi-erasure in myself. Although I tried to make sure I never invalidated any other bis.

One kid added a Wifi extender and labeled it FBI Van #4653. The other kid shows it to me, visibly panicked.

I just bought myself a tiny motorcycle (it's my size!) as a way to not spend as much on gas. Slightly in a frugal way, mostly in a fuck everyone profiting on oil way.