in which a miscommunication vehicled by technology not working makes me angry

thinking bout my ex gf accusing me of creating all the dirt in our bed, smthn that was never a problem before her & hasn't been since

not to flex but my therapist says i "have great vibes" and "know how to carry a conversation" so yes i CAN hang out

somewhere between allergies and an ear infection aka pls cut out my lymph nodes

these office workers do not understand the concept of floor time

my fav part of this office job is when we talk to each other and not get work done for the first 45 minutes of the day

LONG ASS TO-DO LIST

i deserve a clean space so i have to clean my space

who up driving themselves anxious

clock in brain mush

did not eat breakfast out the door and 30 minutes later paying the consequences (suddenly ravenous)

i do not have words for how little i want to do work rn

farmer's markets are so good for the brain

shoutout getting back into therapy

deep clean monday

feeling: sad and detestable and unwelcome in my own house

crazy how i didn't have to go looking for my bf's dead ex gf's fav song from the '90s, it found me a month later. and other normal sentences

halfway to rotting but i'm not there yet maybe

kick me while i'm down!!! $250 traffic citation!!!

chairperson of hurting my own feelings for no reason