Pantone color of the year is "I let the shampoo run down my legs" white.

There's a little European (German or Ukrainiani think) lady that cleans the house across the street from us. She was fawning over my dog this morning and tried to get him (an me) in the house to feed him cat food. Sweet lady. WEIRD lady.

But there's not much we can do about it at this point. This is particularly hard because my siblings and I are the end of our indigenous line. I have other goals to focus on now. Getting my name changed and top surgery. If anyone who's had top surgery wants to message me to give me advice feel free.

There's a fair few of you who know what Carl and I have been working towards the last few years. Unfortunately, that journey has come to an end. As much as I've wanted it, we're not going to have any children. I've gone through so much to try and it didn't work out. We are heartbroken.

I just found out I never told my sister she said this. Why did she always say the wild shit to me...

To this day it still haunts me that my mother legitimately believed that the joker -THE FUCKING COMIC BOOK JOKER- reached through into our world and killed Heath Ledger. That should been a bigger sign to me than it was at the time.

Spoke too soon. Right after I posted this he followed my husband out into the living room and now is stressing.

For the first time, my dog is calm during fireworks. He's refusing to go outside, but not once has he gotten shaky and panicked. He's just fine. Totally normal. We didn't do anything different this year. Maybe it's because we got his tummy troubles sorted out. No idea but I'll take it.

Fucking got pulled over by a power tripping dickhead. Saying he "believed you wouldn't have stopped of i wasn't there in an (extremely obvious) undercover vehicle". Completely changed his tune when he was told our insurance is USAA. Didn't get a ticket, but still fuck cops.

Poulet moutarde may be trending but any peasant dish is fucking bomb. We've made it with turkey legs and with chicken thighs and both were incredible. Highly recommend.

Fire in the Sky will HAUNT me for the rest of my life. It's been 20 fucking years. 8th grade English. WHY.
I told people I believed in aliens. For YEARS. Because I'm autistic and so very vulnerable to conspiracy theories. Drugs. I've known so many loggers over the years. It was drugs. Not aliens.

I have woken up to this motherFUCKER shrieking for over a decade. At larps, hotels, everywhere. EVERYWHERE. Multiple phones.

Ripped the sound from YouTube and put it through a ringtone converter.

I can't wake up to anything else.

I do not advocate for dead naming... unless it's Twitter and the golf of Mexico.