There’s this guy I’ve seen on my bus a couple times now wearing this teeny tiny muscle vest (like seriously, it comes in to pretty much nothing at the back), and it irritates me because I know if a woman wore something that showed similar amounts of skin she’d be slut shamed and catcalled and all sorts of shit. And, like, I know it’s not this guy’s fault, and he can wear what he likes, but still. Just makes me mad y’know.
I spent yesterday looking after Amy and supervising her having toddler hanging out time with Charlotte (Chris’s niece) and just now we were talking about children and parenting and now I’m just like babies babies babies give all the babies to meeeee.
Come on, ovaries. Calm it down a bit yeah.
Someone at work who I once had a romantic dream about gave me a compliment earlier and I swear I blushed. I’m not even attracted to them in real life, good grief.
Finally got myself in gear and made a dentist appointment to look at my bloody tooth. I’m glad I did because it woke me up at 5am. I’m kind of nervous because my usual dentist wasn’t available, so I’m just hoping the one I see will understand that I neeeeeed some antibiotics pronto, otherwise I might have a little cry.
Next time I see my proper dentist I’m going to beg to have this fucker taken out. Going through this every year is the worst.
I feel so grotty.
My tooth is hurting real bad, which puts me in a bad mood in itself, but then the house is a mess and I feel like mentally I need it to be tidy but I can’t do it by myself. Tidy house, tidy mind (or one less thing to worry about at least).
I’ve got a driving lesson in an hour as well. I need to snap out of this.
Gonna ti-dyyyyy the bedroom because I am on a roll lately and I am getting shit DONE
Then bed, then up bright and early for another swim tomorrow morning. Yeee.
Seeing that your ex has a “tattoo” of the Nirvana smiley face (not coloured in, just a black solid outline): absolutely priceless.
I put it in inverted commas because I’ve no idea if it’s real, but either way. Fucking hell.
I kind of want some beers but I’ve done so much walking around Ikea today that I can’t really face getting off the sofa to go to the shop.
On the plus side, Amy fucking loved Ikea (which is weird, I would’ve thought most kids would hate it) and we now have a new armchair, plus some curtains. So it’s been a productive day really.
Driving went surprisingly well! It actually felt really good to be back behind the wheel. And the instructor picked up STRAIGHT AWAY what I was struggling with (which my other instructor never noticed/focused on in all the weeks I was learning with her). He was just like “ok, here is the thing to do, let’s spend a few minutes on it”, and bam, I understand it now. Simple as that!
He’s also said I need to start studying for my theory test so I’m going to get on that right away.
Phew. I feel really relieved. I think I might actually be ok to do this.
I just got a thing through from the new driving instructor I’m going to try and it’s got this whole list of stuff you need to learn for your driving test.
And now I am feeling completely overwhelmed and I really don’t want to do this. Maybe I should just stick to public transport forever…
Trying to decide whether to call in sick to work is the worst because I feel lousy but I know how busy we are and I don’t want other people to have to take on my appointments.
But then the thought of doing them myself… huuurggh.
Maybe I’ll take a shower and see if that clears my woolly brain.
I’ve spent the best part of an hour tidying and cleaning the living room but because we have so much stuff it hardly looks any different. Sigh.
Still, I know it’s cleaner and at least all the DVDs are back in the right places like.
The only issue now is going to be sorting through the massive pile of paperwork we seem to have accumulated.
Maybe I’ll save that for another day…
Discussing and dissecting things written/posted on the internet can be just as valid as discussing and dissecting things that happen “in the real world”.
Fact is the internet is such a part of people’s lives these days that something posted online can ruin someone’s life just as much as something that happens offline.
And it always makes me laugh when people are like “stop whining about what’s written on the internet and go do something worthwhile in the real world” because I’m like, a) I DO do shit in the real world, like I guess all that volunteering for a sexual violence support charity meant nothing huh and b) even if I didn’t, it doesn’t make my contribution (or anyone else’s) any less fucking valid.
And really, I wish I had more energy to debate this stuff online, because it fucking takes it out of you.
Blurgh. People are such douchebags sometimes, I can’t even deal.
Ugh there’s this couple who are (were) sort-of family friends (like, they were close to my grandparents at one point and it went from there), but I hadn’t seen them for years until just before my grandad died last year and then I felt super resentful towards them because they started pulling all this “oh he was like a second father blah blah” when he died. It pissed me off so much because I was like, well, if he was that much of a second father, you might have seen him more than once in ten years, or perhaps visited him while he was sick, or something. Y’know.
Anyway, the man in this couple has just tried to add me on Facebook, and I swear I have never clicked “ignore” so fast in my life. I was never even close to this couple (I don’t think I’ve ever had a one-to-one conversation with either of them), and I certainly wouldn’t want to, so no, dude, I will not be your Facebook friend. Do one plz.
Mary & Max, tonic water, popcorn.