Taking the train to Portland after I get off work today. Going to pick up some garlic beef for lunch before I hit the train station.
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I feel like buying myself a big swanky cigar and sitting on my porch with it this evening. I think I will do that.
Coffee is my dearest friend sometimes, as in right now. A shot of caffeine is needed to perk myself up at work at the moment.
I need some sleep. My bed awaits me. All I have to do is brush my teeth and then dive right into dreams.
Having a GITS SAC marathon today.
What should I watch today?
I am watching a dog for a friend this weekend. She is pretty chill until she sees another dog out in public.
Just watched Renfield. Nicholas Cage was the best part of that movie.
I am ten pounds lighter than I was a month ago.
I am watching Paternity Court. Dear Lord, it is full of trashy people in trashy situations. I can’t turn away from it.
I am thinking of making virgin margaritas to go with my enchiladas this weekend. I also am thinking of making the enchiladas with mole sauce this time.
It is late, I will make a cup of peppermint tea and go to bed soon.
Entertainment, stable roof over my head, food in my kitchen; complacency. Everybody deserves these things, but there is a lot more to life than that.
Thanks to all of you for helping me process the mess in my head.
Sometimes in a family dynamic, the only way to win is not to play.
I am finished with being used by my family for martyr and pity points. I have a diagnosis of autism, it does not mean I am severely cognitively impaired.
My mother should get off her damn cross and accept that.
I was such a pathetic and weak pushover. I knew exactly what was going on and I kept letting it happen.
I am thinking about some of the people in my past that I am allowed to violate my boundaries. I wish I had punched them in the face instead of there were any guarantee I would not be prosecuted over that.
I feel like going to a bar and ordering a pint or three, but that will solve nothing. -
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