Rain Dog @Leucrotta@awoo.space

Believe me I wish I were a good enough artist that I could walk away from jobs that pay okay for making me feel worthless and disposable. Sadly the time for that to matter was 15 years ago and now would be impossible if I *were* that good.

Responded to my boss’ text with “please don’t text me outside work hours.”

Отвали. Идти на хуй.

Nobody else here again. So I can play the Goodnight Texas cover of Of Wolf and Man and cry if I need to. Seriously the reason I’m this way is one catastrophe worth yelling at me after another, or being on alert for them to yell at me again, with no escape or privacy or downtime that couldn’t get interrupted at a moment’s notice, for years. Not that super picky coworker is a great time either.

Yelling at me puts me into this mood somewhere between “I want to curl up in a pile of stuffed animals and be told that I am good and loved and safe” and “I want to cut my wrists into the sink.” Walking outside as lunch. Will call temp agencies tomorrow.

I’m not working for a property management company again though. You work for evil people and inevitably they’ll have no qualms about hurting you. Unfortunately most companies are somewhere between “evil” and “Erhardt Milch called and he thinks you’re taking it a bit far.”

Oh for fuck’s sake you’re threatening to fire me because 1) I looked through some files to find LV insurance info and you were not around to tell me where that was and 2) I opened a rent file to check that a tenant had paid rent while coworker was on vacation in NYC? Fuck you. My day just went from “gonna tough it out, head home, draw” to utter shit.

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“Soul vore” is when a furry eats another furry with collards and maybe sweet potato pie

Lady being around you is like slamming espressos while watching a documentary about Chernobyl. Could you please either step off or comp me a bill from the dispensary?

I think of this a lot as regards Covid, xmass shootings, inflation etc. Someone has decided that we’ll just get used to it.

Towards the end of Covid being an official emergency (whether it still is or not) I read this article suggesting that Japan didn’t surrender due to the atomic bombs, but that they were worried about a Soviet land grab and the bombs offered a diplomatic out. Part of what the authors cited was; Japan’s leaders considered Hiroshima a further escalation in the bombing campaign, losses were high and getting higher - but Japanese citizens would learn to accept that loss.

Whether I’m actually ADHD or not is uncertain since I definitely have CPTSD and that can look close. But today I realized something that makes ADHD more likely; I’ve been thinking of what I like in TTRPGs lately and part of why I really like monster manuals and modules is, text is broken into smaller pieces by pictures and stat blocks.

Repeat the mantra, I Will Not Flip My Shit At My Allies. Ommmmmmm.

I think I deserve a much kinder life, but I also don't think I'll get one and I think a *lot* of people out there deserve better.

the discovery of yet ANOTHER can of Trader Joe's dolmades in the cabinets prompted tonight's decision to have various mezes for dinner

why do I have so many cans of dolmades, am I planning a wedding? Somehow I went from "I'll listen to wedding music" to "Weedian Trip to Greece."

Darnit Robert Smith is making me want to play WtA again! #ShiftToCrinos

I’m nervous about a strong pro gun control response at the same time as an attempt to demonize trans people. I’m sure other people are thinking this; right wingers would like well intentioned liberals (pushing what in a fair world is sane and good) to do half their dirty work for them. I guess given that I’m powerless anyway my worries are academic.

It is, sadly, being a day. Here are photos from Saturday’s visit to Camano Island/Cama Beach parks