I just installed Rails on this computer.
My three protective layers of furry trans girl web developer glamour is complete. I am ready for San Francisco.
Okay packing for a trip where I'm in girlmode, actually care about my appearance, and is expected to be professional half the time is hard.
The thing though is regardless of what happens I can just toss on a hoodie dress (which I'm using as a coat) and be completely fine because of fashion witch powers.
Suicide (Not Me), MH (-), Work
I managed to not write "I see where y'all are coming from and I'm not a professional child psychologist but honestly from what you're telling me if we continue to be in denial about the underlying problems here this child will burn themself out permanently before they turn 18" in a work e-mail and phrased it in a slightly more productive and less deterministic tone.
This is a regular Thursday night.
And I wonder why the fuck I'm emotionally exhausted all the time.
Important Announcement
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Childbirth, Cancer (+), MH (-)
I was able to sit through an entire table of conversation on childbirth stories without saying "yeah they're taking something out of my mother's uterus next month too it's a tumor tho".
I am proud of myself.
(It's the kind of tumor that isn't terrible and not yet carcinogenic so it isn't too bad but still.)
Okay here is the best fox gif of the day. https://imgur.com/VDqqJP7?r
stack of illusions and glamours and dreams piled up on top of a fox type thing // they/them, or she/her when exactly three corvids are present