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I'm Luc and I'm a toxic, gay ginger mess from Glasgow who is a professional, crippled disaster magnet falling head-on into a middle-age crisis. In my free time, from being a sulking diva, I work with information, research, graphic & web design, photography, 3D design and I sometimes write horrid stories that I never finish or dramatic song lyrics. Be warned that I am a chatty wee bastard.
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Our Tesco has a YoSushi counter (as in, their takeaway not only stuff they have in supermarkets) and it's grand.
Today, I made an Instagram feed for my blog system. Don't do this - you'll find out that your ex, who evaporated, was cheating all along!
Okay, people, I'm announcing National Nap Time. Recharge those batteries, cool your Irn Brus, and dream of your favourite weather.
We changed the address in Mum's bank. Look at us crushing adulting! No strength for anything else but it is an insignificant detail.
Having green tea with milk and strawberry syrup. I think Greggs should be tried for crimes against humanity (it's good).
And our beautiful Tesco Airbed popped. Now we need more airbeds or hot boys won't come to my yard (I do have a yard and a garden!)...
I struggled with blog systems for years! My ideal was blog.pl but they didn't have any dev notes. Never found a similar one. So, I made one.
Having a kitchen is smashing. You can make food! How cool is that!? On the downside - our shower is broken. We fixed the loo which was dead.
First parcel at the new house. Nobody will guess what it is. It is a phone :| . All that I do in the last few years is change phone.
The Internet has been installed. The socket only needed a new frame. We already had a new router (saved it for the move) and it works!
We spent three months in the worst war with the powers that be in our lives. But I have a flat with a garden - picked up the keys on Friday.
In stress recovery mode after having a last stand-out with my landlord. We are safely in a hotel and cramming fruit into our gobs.
My brother's here to assist us in packing and it is a war zone. I became a void and he and my mum had a depressing dinner party.
Last weekend of being theoretically homeless as I met up with the council today and I shall be practically homeless on Monday. Yay.
Booked a storage container. Council is still silent. All that fun with being homeless!
I have my 3 AM dinner and meds. Life is good.
The closer to moving out that I get, the more depressed I am. Also started watching Pluribus and I didn't know it was about grief.
My mother wants a sleepover. I have realised I didn't have one in over a decade. Adulthood is when you forget about fun past-times.
Everyone goes 'flu season this' and 'flu season that' but I was lovesick yesterday, I'm lovesick today and I'll be lovesick tomorrow too!
It sounds a bit dystopian when my accomplishment today is to register as homeless. Who knew that you had to work for it?