Everything except my cats.
Everything except my cats.
came home from work early today, sick as fuck
Literally a pissing contest? I like cats, but that's where I draw the line. My BF's cat has had the worst anxiety, but now that we live together, I feed her, better food and give her attention. She sleeps next to me now and taps me in the head to wake me up for breakfast. She's gained some weight, she was so skinny, and her fur is so much nicer then before.
Unfortunately, she made the wall to wall carpet in the living room her personal liter box long enough before we figured it out that we have to rip it up and start new. Pisses me off, mostly because it took me so long to figure it out.
So here's a cool thing to not do... Don't tell your friends that you're going to be supportive of them unless you mean it. I've been having the hardest and longest bout of depression in my life. I briefly spoke with some friends about it this weekend. They said to let them know what I needed and how they could support me. So last night, I posted this in chat: "Hey, I know something that might help. Would anyone be willing to go to an NA meeting with me sometime this week? There is a 99.9997% chance that you will leave thinking that your life is awesome". The responses that I got were "I already know my life is awesome" and "I need a drink". Those are sooooooOOOOoOOo helpful to me right now. WoooWOWOWOWOooo.
Ugh. And I fucking hate NA, AA... Anything based off of that model. But had an extenuating circumstance not arisen last weekend, I would have bought a bunch of Adderall. Which is basically as close as I can get to doing meth without actually doing meth. So sometimes being around other people who I know understand is helpful, even if I hate "the program".
I don't expect my friends to fix my problems for me. But I kinda do expect them to follow through with being supportive when they offer it. :/
That's fucking shitty. I'm really sorry.
I think it's great that you're going to a meeting, though. I myself need to get back in the habit.
I know you might have to shop around to find one that suits you best. People at meetings might be able to steer you toward good ones if you tell them what you are/aren't looking for. Good luck! I'm around if you need an ear.
What the flying F? That is such crap. I totally agree, the baseline of true friends is some semblance of support when you're in a tough spot, something to at least lean on. Best to you and hope you get what you need from meetings at least. No doubt you will feel something close to support from that.
Fortunately, this is now limited to some doggy potty pads on the old vinyl flooring in the basement, nothing upstairs, but it is DRIVING ME FUCKING NUTS. First, the cat with anxiety (mostly caused by the bully 18-lb tabby boy) started peeing on the floor (she was doing it upstairs, too, but I've moved the boy's "domain" to the basement, his cat tree is there, he loves it down there, he occasionally wanders upstairs at will but he believes the basement is his "domain" so now all the girls are safe upstairs) but then he saw her pee on the potty pad, thought it was a great idea, and now he's only peeing on the potty pads, too. I tried taking them away, but then one of them pee'd right behind G'd office chair yesterday. Then the blind dog is peeing on the floor in the basement, too, on her array of potty pads right in the middle of the basement floor, which the cats IGNORE; the two cats doing this only pee on the potty pads in three strategic corners they have chosen. I'm ready to put a bullet in my eye from all this pee-cleaning, a diabetic cat, a blind dog with glaucoma, I'm like a fucking shelter. So this morning G and I decided that the potty pads was a pain but at least we were limiting it to those areas and nowhere else, even though we added one more potty-pad-peeing cat. The other two girl cats don't do anything, and think the dog, the boy cat and the nuts cat are insane.
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We have four, one for each cat. GIANT boxes. We have Feliway plug-ins. We clean the boxes 2x per day. We have one box that has no cover, 3 boxes that do. We put one box in a room by itself. We changed brands of litter. We had the female cat to the vet twice, x-rayed, her blood was tested, urine tested, whole nine yards, did everything at home the vet told us to do (the vet is a feline specialist), and the vet said that if none of this worked, it's indicative that the cat just has "mental issues." And we may need to put her on drugs, temporarily, to kind of break this kind of OCD cycle she's set up, probably because peeing on a flat surface makes her feel better, calms her anxiety. She's POOPING in the litter boxes. She just likes to pee on the floor, it somehow makes her anxiety better to pee in these specific spots.
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Our washing machine won't spin and our neighbour who does repairs won't come until tomorrow. I'm leaving for a con in London at 7am tomorrow morning. I WANT MY FAVOURITE JEANS, UGH.
I just cleaned out my car so it can go to the salvage yard. It's only the second car i've ever owned (and I'm only slightly younger than TR). I'll miss her.
every few weeks I see this bullshit getting shared around on music groups I follow.
fuuuuuuuuuuck this.
These people actually think that before the nazis came along and changed concert pitch to 440 Hz (which is bullshit, 440 was suggest as a standard in the late 1800s), it was 432 as a standard. These assholes are uploading classical music repitched to demonstrate how much more harmonious and "healing and spiritual and calming it is."
Concert A pitch has fluctuated all over the goddamn place, and you can easily research this. Old tuning forks vary, and music was written and performed to those tunings. Various forms of synthesis are based around blending slightly out of frequency oscillators with each other.
But these fucking new age spiritual guru jackasses want to insist that they can't stand to listen to music at 440 Hz. They get head aches, and they feel uneasy when they listen to that nazi tuning... but nobody's passed a double-blind test proving that they have this horrible reaction. Of course. The conspiracy theories get crazier and crazier... with people insisting that bands like the Beatles wanted to tune their instruments to 432 Hz reference, but the labels forced them to go with standard tuning.
This is THE stupidest shit ever.
You're gross, brah.
or, dont own jeans. or long pants. I only wear shorts when not at work, and they wash my khakis for me.
edit: I do handwash my shorts, though. They are covered in patches, and patches do not get along well with washing machines. So yeah, handwashing is the way to go. Simple, saves time, and energy.
The moment when you send an email to your female manager with the phrase "tight pussy" and know there will be no consequences.
wooop
Spoiler: shitheads at the office triggering DMCA complaints by downloading porn
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Also (double post), when people use "OCD" as a cute adjective. Ugh.
Hah. Nice. I looove reading those.
I also sent one of those angry emails a couple months back. I fought with management to keep maximum privacy on the network in hopes that it was just a stupid slip-up that wouldn't happen again. Besides, who the hell downloads copyrighted content on public trackers anyway? Now it happened again... All my anger comes from people now forcing me to implement invasive tech because individuals can't control themselves. So goddamned frustrating. I'm legitimately contemplating just quitting so I don't have to cross those lines of morality.
For now, I'm burning the whole weekend by trying to circumvent all the privacy barriers I had originally setup. I'm hoping I can identify the person. The fucker who did this will burn.
I have been single for roughly 4 years. I do not feel the need to have a romantic partner (mostly because i have a hard enough time taking care of my own needs, much less someone else's). Sex is not an issue, as I have no moral objection to the occasional bootycall.
But when my buddies are all like "dude, we need to get you a girl." "how come you dont have a girl?" "dude are you gay?" "everything okay, like, i see the chicks diggin you," it grinds my gears. I've told most of them that i'm really not in a spot to want a relationship, and to be honest, I've been in my fair share of relationships, and most of them sucked. I dunno. Its weird. Most of my buddies are poppin out kids and gettin hitched, and here I am, spending my saturday night painting models and listening to David Bowie and NAILS. It doesnt piss me off that i dont want to be in a relationship, its that no one gets it.
or am i a fuckin weirdo?
You know, it's that kind of constant bullshit pressure that pushed me into a relationship with my ex-husband, a/k/a SATAN. Ugh. I hear ya. Wtf. I was perfectly happy being by myself. I'm happy now with G, but if anything happened to G, I'll be by myself forever until I die (unless some weird thing happened where I accidentally ended up with somebody, which is how I ended up with G).
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