assistant fox keeper @somekindofcrow@awoo.space

Just got an e-mail from Yes on 3 saying VICTORY.

Yay.

I mean I'm still fucking tired that we have to put this much effort into convincing a relatively liberal state that we should exist but.

Yay.

What I want to say is that I have a much better support system a whole lot of estrogen in my body and a couple more years of experience and I'm ready to face this shit head on.

What's actually happening is that I know how potentially vulnerable I am to a sudden onset of crushing despair so I hid all my knives and booze in anticipation of electron day.

God I fucking hate this fucking timeline.

It's really nice when vengeance lines up perfectly with my moral, professional, and legal obligations.

I cried for like ten minutes in my car after work because I had to fucking tell Abusive White Man to not interrupt me like six times in a row but the whole time that was happening I was like AHHHH THE ESTROGEN IS WORKING OMG I ACTUALLY HAVE EMOTIONS AHHHH so I guess things are going pretty well.

Packing a couple things of "oops I forgot to take my meds" spare daily meds to stash in my office.

I labeled the bag with "<name>'s space meds NO PAIN MEDS INSIDE only take if you want erectile dysfunction and/or ovarian cysts" so if like the cleaning crew finds it they won't toss it or, worse, consume it.

:3

Still alive?

I need a new ref sheet on my moneysona.

(aka the need to find a new job is rapidly approaching)

I just logged in to my DeviantArt account for the first time in years and there are 1485 notifications.

Timespinner came out this week and I didn't have time to play it until today, and I plowed through the whole thing (except the True Ending) in 2 sittings because I was sad and needed distraction.

Apparently playing through a game where you're a queer lady murdering fascists through time is what I needed today.

For the first time ever I am glad that a game I Kickstarted took three more years than expected.

Aggressive self care would be a lot easier if I remembered to buy groceries yesterday. >.<

My brain is pushing me to give in to despair kill yourself and I'm like hey can we compromise and just engage in self-destructive behavior instead?

So anyway I'm stress eating an entire Costco pack of Cheezits.

Apparently chickens were stolen from the farm store near UW and were last spotted near Green Lake.

So if you see stray chickens contact the farm store I guess?

This has been your chicken alert.

I think earlier today I connected a suicidal teen with two people who can help her and she's like super hopeful for the first time in days.

Honestly it doesn't matter that I fucked up a bunch of things over the weekend and today I Have Done More Than Fucking Enough For The Week.

Hey friends where does one buy pride flags of various types in Seattle???

I am spending way more time feeling melancholic about the republican "friends" that have stopped talking to me since I came out than they deserve.

I need to learn how to facepalm again because the way I have been doing it hurts now that I have boobs.

Or maybe I can get a job where I facepalm less.

The problem of today isn't that Toad is ruined for me.

It's that dicks are ruined for me.

Yes, bear. Yes.

I just added a custom grapefruit lacroix emoji to a Slack.

I am resisting the urge to give it the alias :whitepeople:.