Thank you all for the support yesterday. Reading your messages helped me feel so much better.
Yesterday one of my friends drove half an hour to go for a walk with me (which is more than bar guy would’ve ever done). Then we went to the shops and tried on clothes. Afterwards, we met up with a mutual friend and her friends. The friends were so nice. They gave me really nice hugs, made me punch pillows, talked to me empathetically, bought me KFC because I hadn’t eaten all day, and then we drove to the beach. This experience has shown me that I can do so much better, as someone who hasn’t had a good time socially.
Not getting closure in person and feeling the loss absolutely sucks. It’s going to be sad for a bit. He didn’t even fight for me! I had guys who I’d only been on a few dates with wanting to talk it out and try to problem solve. I should’ve left months ago at my first sign of doubt. But there’s nothing I can do now. Now I know that I need to listen to what my body is telling me, because maybe it isn’t all that shit. I shouldn’t have to cry 30+ times just in a month because that is not normal (yep I have a crying tally whoops).
I also feel fucking relieved. Good riddance. I don’t have to beg for someone to show up for me anymore.
Switching to an Aussie name worked. I’m getting a lot of callbacks and interviews being scheduled.
It is what it is I guess.
Well done Darren
Shouldn’t that end in -azza?
Too ‘on the nose’. Gotta be subtle and shit
Fair enough. I’ve been accused of speaking BBC standard… dude I was raised by the Goodies and Are you Being Served
The Vicar’s daughter, she was there
She had us all in fits
By jumping off the mantlepiece
And landing on … a plate of baked beans!
My brain can’t right now. It’s trying to do both Lilly the Pink and something about zoo animals with a circular/shifting rhyme
it’s tim brooke taylor of course
Bruce B. Brucington.
Good morning, Mr Patel. I see from your application that you prefer to be called Pazza …
Goodnight all ❤️Feeling depressed. The cold and dark sucks. Cost of living sucks. Need a holiday but can’t afford one. Going to take a week off work in a few months but it’s not the same as going somewhere and getting away from it all. Pet boarding would cost heaps so even cheap isn’t on the cards. Health is shite also (cfs etc) which makes it hard to plan and do stuff.
Tax cuts sounded great til I got a land tax bill that had doubled because it’s how Dan andrew’s is paying back the Covid payout debts. (It had a nice letter with it to explain that). And I know there’s people who are in very very shit circumstances compared to me, so self compassion isn’t a thing.
Isn’t PPR exempt from land tax?
If you got a land tax bill for the one property that you reside in (owner occupier/ppr), call the State Revenue Office and they can have it removed. You may need to provide proof it is the only property you own, and that you live in permanently, but they will explain that.
I used to work for the State Revenue Office of Victoria, specifically collecting and investigating land tax and payroll tax. Please contact them if this tax bill is for your PPR!
Edit: my ex-coworkers, the people on the phones, are so lovely as well. They’re used to senseless abuse, so if you’re polite they will love you!
I moved in with fiancé so it’s subject to land tax now, it’s the only house I own. Relationship is a bit dicey atm, sadly. Can see why women get divorced around age 40-50.
I feel you hard. The SADs hit hard on these chilly and short days :/
COVID and my period!? What else? What else Universe!?
WHINGE WHINE WAH
This is NOT the time to break a leg …
😬 I’ll hold off on the jazzercize then
And avoid all ladders and ladder like objects.
At least it’s all over and done with at the same time.
Reschedule leprosy for next week then?
4:00: wallow in self pity;
4:30: stare into the abyss;
5:00: solve world hunger, tell no one;
5:30: jazzercize;
6:30: dinner with me - I can’t cancel that again;
7:00: wrestle with my self-loathing…
I’m booked!Yeah I think leprosy will have to wait until next week
**Trigger Warning: corriander
I’ve been out enjoying the lovely weather in the garden and am pleased to report that the late planting of corriander last year has successfully self-seeded and I now have a patch of baby corriander. There is also a bit of self-seeded lettuce popping up, and my bok-choy mustard hybrids are going well now the weather has cooled down.
I’ve also planted some snow pea seeds and will cross my fingers they don’t get eaten before they manage to grow.
**Trigger Warning: corriander
Umm… “fuck coriander”? 😅
I absolute hate coriander so thank you for the trigger warningb❤️
“You hear a lot of talk about the cartels in Mexico, but the truth is that the beaches are safe and all the surfers are safe, you just have to be alert, just as you would in any other city in the world,” said Otanez, whose group took part in a “paddle out” vigil for the three slain men over the weekend."
Um no this particular area is not safe. Not even according to locals. To think otherwise is simply delusional. And this plays out statistically as well.
“In 2021, Baja California had the second highest number of homicides in Mexico, accounting for nearly one out of 10 homicides nationwide.”
It’s really irresponsible to encourage travel to the area.
I’ve previously looked into traveling to Tijuana, which is in the Baja California region. You’d think a big city right on the border of the US is safe but most reddit posts on the issue were saying don’t stay in the city after dark, travel to tourist areas only, so many precautions to take. Alert to the potential of violent crime is probably where I draw the line on travelling somewhere. If the likely worst thing that’s going to happen to me is being pickpocketed or my phone snatched out of my hand by a passing motorbike, I can deal with that.
Someone fucked around and found out. It’s a tragedy, but completely avoidable by not travelling to areas known for violent cartel activity.
Woop, this time it seems to be my turn to have eaten something that overstayed its welcome. Not sure if it was the rice or the dal. Probably the dal, it’s lasted a week. Burping like crazy and feeling a few stabs in the gut. Usually my gut is fairly durable with old food, but it’s been a little weird lately… handling coffee well again? But back to the burping? Hmmm…
E: I started using my new undated planner which has a “brain dump” section before every 7 days, to unload everything into a list and then assign a priority, and a date to do it by. Then I can pre-fill days in advance and each day has a “3 most important tasks” section to filter out the crucial items. I hope this will help with my life organisation, I think it works with my brain.
Sometimes I feel so Groundhog Day. Each day merges into the next and the next. But unlike the movie there’s no magic trick to break the spell. Sleep eat work tv housework weekday weekend repeat.
The weekly shopping at safeway/woolies did it for me. I looked ahead and saw decades of it, I would cry in the supermarket i hated shopping so much.
Now I shop online and on random days.
@Seagoon_ @SituationCake When I start feeling that way, it’s usually a sign for me that something has to change, or I need a bigger goal to look forward to.
Is it time to take up a new hobby? New job? Move house? Do something on the weekend you wouldn’t normally do? Join a community group? Plan something? Catch up with an old friend or meet a new one?
This hit me the other day. Really, really hard. Here’s to better days.
This was me last couple of years. I don’t feel it atm as I’m new to my jobs and I certainly think getting out of my house for work helps make it less monotonous, but I can see it happening again on the horizon.
Its an useful feeling, it prompts change and makes us into more interesting people with more to offer the world. What’s really helped in the past has been having a meaningful goal to work towards (savings being an obvious one), and in better times, scheduling in something unusual or out of the ordinary when I can (an overnight trip somewhere new, trying out a new activity, even looking at and applying for new jobs). I may not necessarily enjoy the latter, but it does provide enough contrast/discomfort to help me regain appreciation for my life or remember why I originally chose to play certain things safe.
I think I will do one week self care and self organising, then next week doing some stuff around the house and garden. 😊👍
Project day today! My nerdy electronics from that dodgy place that doesn’t do refunds for mixing deliveries arrived today. Finally got around to fixing the boot errors windows was having. It seems it decided to do an update I never asked for and screwed up its boot file. I had to download the 6gb iso and flash it onto a hard drive to get a working command prompt, but it rebuilt the file no worries
6.15am, sleepy wife in passenger seat.
Halfway through a left turn, the guy behind me honks.
So as a petty revenge, I did 40 in a 50 zone. Guy behind flashes headlights.
Eventually the guy overtook us. My wife and I looked at the guy. Staring back at us was a possibly 19 year old green P Asian male in command of an MG HS.
the mornings and evenings in autumn are so full of bird song
I’ve put the oven on, I’m making banana honey bread and roasting a chicken for dinner. :)
Yes, yes…come to the dark side 🐔
It’s a small chook and they don’t have as dark meat but legs it is. ( Need bigger chooks. )
Sounds perfect. Meanwhile it’s salad at my place :-(
the chook is in the oven, rice is in the cooker and I will be steaming some broccoli. Then I just have to make the gravy.
The banana bread is chewy from the honey and will be good for brekkie. :)
Can I send you some?
Today begun explosively sneezing blood. Yay……
Oh good it’s not just me wondering what smells like bloody sinuses.
It sure ain’t. And I need to scrub the door. Later. Next week. Probably.
reminds me of the time I washed a load of towels, flapped one out to straighten the fibres and the fucking thing snapped back, hit my nose and I bled.
all over the freshly washed towels.
