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I'm working hard at getting back in touch with teenage me, getting back into I can kick the world's ass mode. It's been probably fifteen, twenty years since I was doing more than being a viewer in my life. Compared to the people on facebook? I'm an subject failure. But the thing to keep in mind is that most people only put up the really high notes of their life. The misery, the pain, the sads or depressing things are kept locked away from the public eye, because of course my life is perfect, my spouse isn't cheating on me, I don't feel like my life has peaked at where I am right now. So keep that in mind. Their good life is the public mask they wear. As for my general dissatisfaction? My knee hurts, and I got cracked twice hard in the shin when emptying the boss's storage unit.
Day three of the cricket chronicles. Still haven't slept properly. Tried putting a dish with honey into the terrarium. Nothing happened except that Ten sat in the honey and then walked through the sand which resulted in a breaded gecko. This night I added a bouillon cube as a bait. The cricket is still alive and I have a gecko who smells of bouillon....I have to think of more ways how to catch it inside the terrarium without harming the geckos.
I'm sad. :-(
I'm sad. :-(
My parents are in town and have basically wasted my day off because they are incapable of planning ahead and just, letting me know where and when they want to meet any earlier then "we're heading there right now how soon can you get here"
Just found out fiance's father has cancer. We already knew he wasn't coming to the wedding, but he's apparently much sicker now than we knew. It's awful for so many reasons, but one is that my partner can't visit him even if he wants to. Financially we can't afford it, but even if we could, getting married changes his visa status and a lot of paperwork has to go through before he can even leave the country without complication. We are talking months here at best. I'm so afraid the worst will happen.