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I keep seeing posts about periods and stains and I just want to let you all know:
Hydrogen peroxide removes blood from clothes without damaging the fabric.
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Boyfriend has norovirus.
I need lysol and clorox wipes.
I hope I don’t get sick.
So, tumblr is being weird, but this isn’t exactly new.
I think my Cimzia reached effectiveness some time last night and I woke up with some energy. I decided that I’d had enough with the grimy shower and magic eraser’ed the shit out of it. I think it still needs a bleach pen for full cleanliness, but this is much better.
After a momentary break I will be unfucking my bedroom. And maybe throwing the broken mini fridge out a window. I have GOT to get this stuff together before Ryan gets here.
On that note— RYAN WILL BE HERE FRIDAY!
We’re trying to finish up costumes for Dragon*Con so J took the week off work (his vacation) so he has plenty of time since his costume is the most complicated.
I want to be with J on Friday night. It’s his birthday and I want to give him his presents and tell him how wonderful he is and sleep curled up against him.
But I can’t, because life happens. I have to be at the funeral home until 7 on Friday, then back for the funeral before 2 on Saturday.
This would be easier if I could drive/had a car. I could go to his house Friday night, then leave and come back on Saturday with no problems.
Fuck driving anxiety.
J had to work a double 7AM-7PM, then overnight. I’m at his house since he doesn’t have to work tomorrow,
This means I get to go back Tuesday night and stay until Sunday. Yes.
I want to help and live and thrive and create but today is not the day. So Diet Dr. Pepper, apple cinnamon rice cakes, and netflix it is.
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I’m wearing a tank top and Soffe shorts. Mom just asked “Are you going out in public? Your shorts are too short…”
Woman, it is 95* outside and I just got out of the shower. It’s hot as balls and I want to wear shorts. Stop talking.
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