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I can't kill the mosquito that's been annoying me for hours. It's more fast and aware than they normally are

Another bit of my tooth fell out again. How many times has this happened know? Who fucking knows. I'm a goddamn mess. I can't even ask to go to the dentist because if I do, I'll be told off by mother dearest about how much it costs and she'll make me feel bad again. If I ever get that "exposed nerve" pain again, I'm saving up money myself and hauling my ass to the dentist on my own. I'm your daughter for Gods sake. Taking me to see medical professionals is part of being a parent. Even if I suck at oral hygiene, you need to realize that you can't make me feel bad over bills you have to pay AS A PARENT. You think I enjoy it? No. I look uglier from this crap, but I pretend this doesn't exist because it means you can't shame me and you can't yell at me over the price tag anymore.

That's a him problem if he is so distracted by the color of your pants or your last name. I seriously would be questioning their ability to be a Professor. Definitely fight if he does try to fail you. Make notes on any thing he says or does that could be a sign of them failing you. They are highly unprofessional.

The little Italian place 20 minutes down the road changed their hours to 4:00 pm start. By that time I am old enough I prefer to be back at home and been relaxing for a couple of hours. LOL

Found a good movie to watch on tubi, Toast. It has Freddie Highmore and Helena Bonham Carter. The ending is bittersweet and part of me wants just a little bit more. Like, just 10-20 minutes more. I liked the movie I just didn't want it to end just yet. 😅

Well fuck you too, Fairy Tail.

Well, I know that IHOP is open pretty early for dinner... (don't hit me, I couldn't resist!!) It's customary in Italy to start dinner at 7:00 PM, and there is a whole social ritual that goes along with after dinner. Spain is similar, which has me wondering if the climate there makes it way nicer to be out after the sun is not. Sorry for hijacking your comment. I really just wanted to talk about Italy because I love it.

True, but oh well. It's cheap and something to eat I guess. lol

I'm noticing that too many people own dogs who shouldn't. Maybe I just care too much, but I cannot understand how dog owners can think they are taking care of a pet without getting familiar with how they communicate and why they do what they do! I mean, I would have thought it was important to train your dog on the 7 basic commands. Not only because they are useful, but also because that is bonding time with your canine. Dog's "untrainable?" Maybe, but I think it's more likely that the owner is not going about it properly. I do respect that there are some dogs that are going to do their own thing, no matter what. They are called "cats", however. Ask the owner what trainers he's seen and you'll get a blank stare as often as not. Pro trainers have expertise because it's sometimes needed, and always important. Attend dog training WITH YOUR DOG, because otherwise you won't learn how to read your pet's behavior, nor will your four-legged companion be able to understand you since you didn't bond with each other.

I have been around enough dog owners who just ignore their pets' body language that it's kind of embarrassing to me as a human. I mean, they are literally telling you what they need and want, but you haven't learned to read that, and so you are oblivious. Not nice. I don't even own a dog and I have taken the time to learn how to read doggie communication signals. Mostly because I had a friend with a Basset Hound that was so delightful, I wanted to know this stuff. It has had unexpected benefits, though. I have also had friends with less charming pets and I can calm them down after hanging out with them for a while. They are similar to us in that they need to feel "seen" and "heard."

They rearranged the grocery again.

I hate when they do that.

Seriously fucked up dream. And waking up feeling dizzy without moving.

I had bought a nice journal couple of years ago I was going to use for transitioning, but I never wrote in it. Now I don't know where I put it but want it because I feel like writing in it. Maybe for different reasons, but I just want it.

One of the things that I most hate in my life is dressing up to go somewhere.

You have to take a bath and make sure that you are clean enough, find clothes and make sure that people will like them (people that don't even care about you), make sure that your family and friends will like how you look, make sure that you fit on your clothes and pretend to care about it.

It doesn't help that my hair is a ball of grease that are never in one position.

I could care less if people like what I am wearing. They are not wearing it, I am. So long as what I am wearing is decent and comfortable to me, I think is enough.

My hair tends to be very greasy too, even if I have washed it well, (granted conditioner makes it look that way). I tend to put a little baby powder in it. It absorbs the oil from the hair and takes away the greasy look. (I learned that from a friend in highschool when she said she didn't feel like washing her hair to run a quick errand. Now I use it often)

No problem at all. I do love to hear other perspectives, especially about places I will likely never visit in person. It is the same when folks will share pictures of other countries where they live or visit. Seeing how much people may be alike or different where we live.

I went out to buy something, and when I was ready I had forgotten my wallet. I don't want to go out again today.

Yeah, but I really would dress up in rags if I could. I used to have the same t-shirts since 2007.

I really admire people who care for their clothes, that have a fashion style that is unique.

But I never cared for my appereance too much. Maybe because I always thought that I sucked and that I was ugly or because my parents cared so much about being well dressed that I stopped caring.

It's 10 degrees in Sydney today. The coldest this winter from memory. Screw this!

It's funny, the things that trigger something in you when you've survived abuse. I'm rewatching Dexter, and it bothers me when the intro plays and Dexter smacks the mosquito on his arm. Not because of the imagery, but because it reminds me my abuser was really into the show, and liked to show off he could get the timing just right when he imitated the smack. Like it was meant to be impressive. Sad thing is, he had me wrapped so badly around his little finger that at the time, i thought it was. Just gives me the skeeves now.