Roady @Roady_Dragonfae@awoo.space

It's way too easy to convince oneself that they're going insane. That a situation is worse than it seems... That one can be thoroughly convinced that the world is tumbling around them when in actuality it's all going to be fine.

I try so hard to be mindful of what I say that even one bad slip of the tongue leaves me feeling absolutely rotten...

I guess that puts me a step above other people who don't even want to acknowledge that they say unconscious things every now and again.

I just don't want to hurt anyone... At this time, I gotta be kind to myself. I'll always own up to something if it ever hurts anyone's feelings. Because I've been in that boat before.

Today is a hard lesson in how grossly I've overestimated humanity. They thought the lobelia tincture I used to quit smoking was CBD.

When I first saw the remake of Pete's Dragon, I didn't know it was set in the 70s until my second watch of it.

Mainly because rural Washington and Oregon towns haven't changed at all since that time period.

Desired wage would be $15/hour and above.

I'm taking an eye to landscaping in particular. Especially with spring in the way amd Summer right around the corner.

Looks like I still have yet to hear about an interview from my old company. That being said, I'm checking out opportunities for independent contracting and Dunn Lumber certainly looks good on a resume for that line of employment.

When I say Schmitz Park in West Seattle is its own realm entirely, I mean that whole-heartedly. One step into this magickal old growth wonderland and you're not in Seattle anymore.

Okay. Durban Poison is one of the more potent, sneak-up-on-your-ass-and-drop-you-from-a-20-story-building strains. Fuuuuuck... X..x

Happily gifted the seatback to @adeptomega for her to make use of. Enjoy!

After much time with a set of ratchets and a pair of pliers, I made my awkward fold out couch into a twin bed!

Holy shit! I just found my old ceramic pipe!

You gotta be ready for when life throws you a curveball.

Not only am I stuck in limbo with my company, some asshole is spreading rumors that I got fired over having drugs in my locker. Thankfully I have my boss and good colleagues on my side.

Well fuck. If I'm gonna move to another position in my company, I have to be terminated and reapply.

Which means I have to wait another 60 days for my benefits to come back. So I'm out of a job for a week, have to be interviewed again, and start at square one.

Specifically, I'm referring to the local Postfurry community.

How about we pitch in for a 12 person community tent? They're pretty cheap on eBay. Around 200 dollars. That way, we could easily accommodate a community camping trip for those who don't have their own gear.

As I continue to get the hang of mascara, I'm loving how it makes me look more like a tomboy.

A part of me finds it strange that it's still a weekend. As if so much has happened between Friday and this morning that a week has gone by in less than two days. Now what to do this Sunday...

Apply directly to the forehead!

Gotta love selenite. xP

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