#bollyspired

B, there are so just many things I love about you. Your style, your maturity and grace, your absolutely correct takes on everything. Your kindness, generosity, thoughtfulness, and loving spirit. You also have fab taste in music & movies. I admire your drive and ambition because you worked so hard to get where you are and you never give up. You truly are a wonderful person and an amazing friend! You inspire me a lot 🥰❤️

I am! My ankle is normal colored now, though still bigger than it should be.

I feel steady walking barefoot and in the boot, lol, but the boot has a thicker sole than all my shoes so i really need this to shrink

i’m just in denial about medical bills because if i think of them i beat myself up for literally every little choice that led to this - it was really fucking hot in agra but i could have kept walking instead of getting off the sidewalk to get a rickshaw. and i was only in horrible pain and hobbling horribly, i could have gone back to my hotel to look up clinics rather than the first one who put me in a fucking cast. and i could have sucked it up until my insurance came back and maybe removed it myself (the technician at the doctor’s office said it was more solid than american casts...)

or i could have not gone to india

and so on

plus i just have to wait and wait on doctor’s offices to do paperwork then wait on HR to do paperwork because as long as all the paperwork is in by next friday, i will have had insurance since the 1st (aka be reimbursed for anything) but i can’t trust them so my sister’s nursing student boyfriend will give me my depo shot (i decided to pay the discounted cash price for my meds rather than pay full then chase the prescription plan people around)

and i’m just sooooooooooo fucking ambivalent on the boyfriend situation because i feel like the intruder after 4 months away but who supported her for 3 years? who paid the rent and the bills because she couldn’t work during grad school? not fucking him, i was here first

and like i used to be able to go into her room and bother her just like she does mine but now it’s their room...

and then the move is just so half-baked “we have more room! a den and a living room!” we have no fucking furniture for the den and the only couch is a leather one, i mean it’s nice, but the dogs aren’t allowed on without a cover (a fitted sheet is not a cover!)

so i had a friend over, boyfriend had a friend over and there’s just no furniture

PLUS

the lady who owns the house is becca’s coworker and her son still lives here! not all the time, he’s a trucker, so it’s okay??? and he has a bathroom upstairs but no shower so he has to use the one in the bathroom attached to my room, even though the other bathroom doesn’t require going through someone’s room to use (it’s theirs though... gag me)

and we don’t have a formal anything and the son doesn’t know we’re here for hopefully a good while...

no formal agreement, has my sister not watched enough judge shows to know that’s bad?

FINALLY

it’s not fucking centrally located just because we’re closer to a bus stop, central to me means near fucking downtown and the university and places where you can do shit besides shop at a fucking rundown mall and target. we were right next to downtown before, but far from her job. her SALARIED job. that she went to by car. and by far i mean less than 20 minutes. by bus and bike my job is much fucking further away now. i’m transferring to the one real close to this place but still. all the independence my bike gave me, gone, it’s just a wee bit too far to ride downtown

not that i can ride right now anyway

in good news! my coworker’s cat is adorable and the dumbest motherfucking cat alive, she’s ridiculous. i can’t take my suitcase down to the basement (fuck stairs) so our cat has been sleeping on it, the fatty. the dogs are so happy to have a yard and have me back

i got the tv and bluray player hooked up in the room with furniture so i’m happy

unbreakable kimmy schmidt is fucking hilarious and so is brooklyn 99