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Cake day: July 12th, 2024

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  • So you are telling me I should have stayed up until 6:05AM, rather than going to bed when I physically couldn’t handle doomscrolling anymore at 6:04?

    Why wasn’t there anything good in the prior 12-24 hrs? What kind of casino is this, to not give me even a teeny tiny dopamine hit to keep me coming back?







  • I use “my mother” for the same effect, but she died when I was in my early 20s.

    I sometimes wonder if we could have made things work, or if I could have figured out stuff for both of us (we know I had adhd from my dad, but I’m pretty sure the autism came from her, and that was a post-death discovery)

    But then I remember how hard she was to live with and that I probably wouldn’t have grown the way I did… so maybe I wouldn’t even know I’m autistic at ~40…? Idk, I wouldn’t be who I am today if she was still around though, that’s a certainty.

    She never wanted kids. When I was 16 she told me all about how my sister was the product of marital rape and I was the planned companion for the rape baby she didn’t want… cool… my life in context.

    Well my sister fucking hates me and always has (because she was the golden child, first born to a woman in her 30s, hallelujah!), so that worked super well. We haven’t spoken in almost 20 years now, my sister and I. Born 11 months apart. Wish she’d just had an only child, tbh.

    I got one good thing from her though: perspective. She clearly didn’t want kids and I know how that turned out when she had them, and I also don’t want kids, so whenever anyone pushed back on my choice to get my tubes tied in my mid 20s, I was like nope. “What if I regret not having them? Fine I regret lots of things I’ve chosen to do or not do, but what if I’m like my mom and regret having them? There’s no solution to that… And I know how it turns out…”




  • No, not for many years now. This all happened 2008-10. I threatened a restraining order, and claimed I was sending everything to my attorney, including over a year worth of unanswered monthly “still made at me?” type of messages, and never heard from them again.

    Several years later I learned they became a felon for sexual assault of another person (idk the person, but it does make keeping tabs on the stalker very easy as they are on the offender registry).

    Soon I’ll be moving away from the area entirely and I’ll feel a lot better.


  • I feel like maybe the chicken should be stuffed with spicy peppers, and the aspic as well, because when it comes out of the pit roast and gets cut into, it’s going to be really small and can just sort of ooze into everything else, or make a sauce for everything else, like whoever finds the watermelon sauce bowl wins the banquet because everyone’s looking forward to the sauce and that gets the meat cut nicely into and nobody quite knows where to find the melon you see. Bc they don’t know how it went together.

    Epic.










  • I’m always home and don’t care if solicitors know it. If they look in the window they walk past, they see me. I used to try to hide but now I just watch them.

    I have a no soliciting sign I wrote myself and taped to the door that says simply “no soliciting, no exceptions”. If they knock or leave their shit on my door I report them to the company they came from, as that’s illegal in my area. I frame it as their canvassers needing up-training and remind the company that if it continues they are breaking the law each and every time, and if it happens again I won’t contact them about it, I’ll report it elsewhere. I submit the thing anonymously through whatever contact us portal they have and a bullshit email address, so they can’t tie it to an address.

    The only people who are legally allowed to knock are canvassers for political shit (and census people but that’s rare) so during election seasons I have a separate sign that says “I refuse to talk about politics with strangers. Go away and take your junk with you.”

    I don’t get bothered much. But I do see people walk up to my door, then leave, at least once a week.

    I’ve never had a problem with uninvited guests tho, as I’ve never ever had an open door policy for anyone. If I don’t expect you, you don’t come in. End of.