Today I brain spotted my childhood sexual abuse with my therapist for the first time and then my cat took the biggest shit I’ve ever seen in the middle of our bed. How’s your Thursday? Are you having a good time? I genuinely hope one of us is.
Beatrix Potter’s Hilltop Home. The lovely cottage garden is a haphazard mix of flowers, herbs, fruit and vegetables. Bought in 1905 with proceeds from her first book, the Tale of Peter Rabbit, she used Hill Top itself and the surrounding countryside as inspiration for many of her subsequent books. x
historical drama/sitcom where two gay best friends (woman and man) get lavender married--and proceed to spend the Fancy European Honeymoon their parents paid for acting as each other's wingman
Thinking about when I worked for honey baked ham and whenever we got busy our store manager would recalibrate the pricing scales to make hams more expensive per pound and most hams landed around $80 naturally so sometimes you'd get an 8lb ham for like $110
This week I found out there are $25k more in federal loans for me than I thought because my parents forgot about the parent plus loans for the last 11 years, work has been abominably busy, our government is made of corrupt money grubbing war criminals, I’m overstimulated by people partying for the last 3 days in the neighborhood because of a festival, and my cat just peed on our internet modem which is now dead (the modem not the cat). I’ve also been digging up/ reprocessing a bunch of trauma in therapy in addition to coping with witnessing a community members suicide recently, so I am raw and mad and sad and exhausted as a baseline. Myles has been having a terrible time at work because of deep disorganization in the project he’s on, a lack of support from nearly anyone, and dickhead coworkers who flaunt safety because masculinity (like fkn what????). He’s also been working nights and weekends. I have to see my piece of shit brother and his last mistress turned live-in girlfriend in 3 weeks, who my parents are essentially covering for because they know I’m right about him being a piece of shit. I’ve heard thousands of car horn beeps in the last 48 hours because of said festival. And I’m sober rn because I’m trying to stop self medicating.
I’m tired and I cry a lot. Please be nice to me, I am filled with rage and fragile.