I am not a shopping cart or a coat rack. I may have wheels, but that does not make me an inanimate object.

Stop. Disrespecting. Me.

Chronic Illness Problems #164:

When you’re trying to find a career you can reasonably even do with your disability:

A couple of days ago, I packed my swimsuit. My favorite swimsuit. My once-in-a-lifetime swimsuit that makes me look and feel fantastic despite my fat little hobbit body. My cheap swimsuit that I bought on a whim, without even trying it on, thinking I’d replace it quickly. The one that made me wish later that I had gone back and bought 10 more. That swimsuit.

I stuffed it down in the bottom of my day bag, because I wasn’t even sure I would need it and I didn’t want it getting in my way. Then, I proceeded to pack all of the rest of my clothes, pills, hairbrush, etc., on top of it. The next day (yesterday), I got up at 5 am and made sure that everything was packed and ready to go. I reached behind my bed to a shelf where some stuff was and found a suspicious black lump. I pulled it out. Swimsuit. Wha-? Okay, maybe my 5 am brain only remembered me packing it, and it didn’t really get put in there. So I grabbed the thing and stuffed it down into the bag, where my hand brushed against the same material.

Ok. What the hell? I don’t have any shirts or bras made out of that. I pulled it all out and dropped it on the bed. Two swimsuits shook out of the pile. TWO. I held them up. They were the same style. The same color. I checked the tags. They were THE SAME SIZE. What’s even more weird is that they had the same level of wear, as if I had been wearing them both. I know I only bought one, I have only ever had one. I went through all of my stuff with a fine-toothed comb during my past move, so I am acutely aware of what things I do and do not own. No one in my family wears this kind of swimsuit (or would).

I…just…I am at a loss to explain this.

Anyone ever heard of duplicating items? It’s a new one for me.

gameraboy:

The PeopleMover at Disneyland was awesome! Let’s take a ride with my family from my Dad’s home video from 1992. The trip goes past Star Tours, the Matterhorn Bobsleds, Submarine Voyage and the now-destroyed Mary Blair mural in Tomorrowland.

tfw you have too much sarcasm bubbling over and you’re not allowed to use it in daily life without probably starting another civil war, so you start a roleplay blog where your character is sass incarnate and you have like 4 followers so you can basically do whatever the fuck you want and scream into the void and be nasty and outwardly hate humans but really just be massively disappointed that they will not/did not/do not live up to what you know they could be and NO ONE GIVES A DAMN because no one knows you exist but that’s ok because

FREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEDOMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM

I had the WILDEST dream last night.

I was at this house that my dad supposedly bought, only he was also building a room for me (ha RIGHT). Anyway, he was upset because he was going to put a heater in my room, but he wanted to use the heater that was in this crap converted garage/den thing, except he realized it would cost him the same money to take time off work and move it as it would to buy a new heater. So he was like…fuck this, you just won’t have a heater in there. Except apparently the room he was building was actually a salvaged freezer from somewhere so it KINDA NEEDED A HEATER. I offered to move the heater myself and save him the money, and he was like “nahh, you’ll just hurt yourself or do it wrong” and I remember being so flabbergasted that he was basically not letting me have a heater because money AND him being an ass. BUT IT WAS SO IN CHARACTER THOUGH. Anyway

THEN I walked around and the front room of this shithole house he bought was a barn. An actual barn. Full of animals. Which makes 0 sense, he would not have bought that, he’s loaded (which I never knew growing up because he kinda kept that under wraps…and his new wife is loaded too so dude I have rich relatives now LOL weird). I walked up to this kitten who started talking about the old owners, but I realized it was talking about the owners from way back in the 50s-60s, and said that Cave Johnson used to live there, but his eldest daughter died so he moved out. I didn’t know that Cave Johnson had a daughter OR a talking reincarnating cat, but ok I can accept this because dream and because Aperture.

Then my dad, stepmom, and I all got in my dad’s car and drove way too fast through the neighborhood. The houses were all super crazy eccentric, like some were castles. The people were all characters from movies and TV shows, a lot were animated characters (but they weren’t animated, they were just sort of like…Disneyland-style costumed people). We drove to a mall with a giant pink ice skating rink and sat down at this awesome 50s-style soda fountain.

Also I remember someone sending me a…revealing…Harley Quinn costume at some point in the dream, and I put it on and did my makeup. Which is a character I have? Never? Considered? Cosplaying? But okay dream me…??? I’m kinda tempted now…though not necessarily that particular design. (HA these small town good ol’ cons I’ve been going to would be scandalized)

I dunno. I have been really enjoying playing these unbalanced antagonists. Then again, there will be FIFTEEN THOUSAND MORE HARLEYS flooding the cons with the film coming out. Not that this stopped me from rocking Loki.

arguablyalive:

Humans.
Can’t live with them, can’t dispose of them all neatly without being designated “rogue”.

mortified. Put me in a room of people who I’ve known all my life and ask me to hold a polite dinner conversation, and I start blurting out random trivia. About spiders.

I COULDN’T STOP EITHER. IT’S LIKE I WAS POSSESSED BY A NATIONAL GEOGRAPHIC TV SPECIAL. *blab blab blab SPIDERRRRRS*