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Cake day: June 9th, 2023

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  • Honestly? Kinda lonely. I’ll be 40 in a few months. I’m a woman, if the perspective matters .

    I was engaged to the man I thought I’d marry and have kids with, but it didn’t turn out to be the case, and although I learned how to choose better and what to look out for, I also wonder if I’m ever going to get to have a family of my own. It’s been 6 years now since that fell apart, and I had to do a lot in that time to get back onto my feet, but the few relationships I’ve had since then are fleeting. Men seem afraid of commitment now, and it’s hard not to completely fall to the idea that I’m just too old, which is what society is consistently screaming at me.

    I don’t feel old.

    I am tired of searching though. At some point I will get to where I’m too old and that makes me sad to think about.


  • Cycling on the road.

    On the one hand, biking is great and they should be able to bike on any road! And we should be careful when driving near them, it’s super scary being so unprotected and so close to metal speed bombs hurling around them.

    On the other hand, road bikers are fucking annoying, stay in your goddamn lane and stop slowing down traffic. I’m not reading your dumb hand signals, either!




  • When I was 6, I was in a boating accident.

    My family and I were waterskiing and camping off this little island on the lake. We did it all the time, since my uncle had a speedboat.

    My mom was about to take her turn, and I was sitting in the boat behind my uncles seat, facing the back to watch her ski. When my uncle tried to start the boat, it faltered. Made a rut-rut-rut noise but wouldn’t start. After try three or four, I smelled something awful, and pinched my nose. The last thing I remember is my mom asking me if I smelled something bad, and I nodded.

    The engine exploded into a ball of fire and engulfed me.

    The next thing I know, I’m under water and bobbing to the surface (wear your life-vests, kids). My mom is screaming and my cousin is swimming to me and drags me to shore. My uncle (just outside the blast radius) had reached into the fire to grab me and thrown me into the water.

    I was… calm. I felt nothing. We had to hail a passing boat to take us off the island to get to a hospital. I remember my mom asking me if I hurt, and shaking my head.

    If i looked at my arms and legs and saw what I looked like at that point, I can’t remember at all, but I was covered in third-degree burns. I was in the hospital for a while, and then was in a wheelchair for a bit while my legs were wrapped. I had to have water therapy for my burns. I do remember the oblong, black boils that developed over my burns in the months that followed. For a long period of time, I couldn’t be in the sun, and had to wear a bonnet when I went to school.

    My skin healed beautifully though. I’ve only got one long-lasting scar from it on my shoulder. The doctor said that my uncle throwing me into the cold lake water is what most-likely saved my skin from being permanently damaged. I’m sure being 6 years old helped immensely, too.












  • Alright, so, I change my socks daily but I wear them 3 or 4 times before I wash them, unless it’s a) abnormally humid and hot, b) I’ve done an intense workout or c) they got damp/wet somehow.

    I dunno. I don’t stink easily and my feet and skin are on the dryer side. My feet don’t have an odour for a few days if I don’t wash them ( like if I’m camping), so it’s not a big deal.

    Usually, I keep a pair of socks stuffed into a pair of shoes for a few cycles of wear, then toss them in the laundry basket. Right now all my shoes that I wear socks with that a pair stuffed inside.