I got little sleep early in the week, but once I managed to get a full day I felt great! So, naturally, this week I'm messing myself up again by not sleeping enough. I'll get better, I swear! 18 February
Cody was dog-sitting over the weekend and through part of the week, so I was home alone with the cats, which is great except when vomit happens. I don't do so well with barf, but apparently Maxwell knows that so when Reuben horked, he took care of it. The less said about that the better. 19 February
I don't have the tax refund yet, but supposedly it should be more than enough to throw into savings and have at the ready should something go wrong. Hooray! Hopefully it hits my account soon. 🤞🏼 20 February
I have no idea how, but I discovered the My Favorite Murder podcast and I'm LOVING it! I've been listening to little else, despite the fact that the hosts have suggested other podcasts that I've grabbed and ALSO enjoyed the first few episodes of! It's a …
This week was my SIX YEAR Veganniversary, guys! I'm so happy. I wish I'd been vegan for longer, honestly, and if I could go back in time I might slap my younger self and ask her what she was doing still participating in needless animal exploitation, but I can't DO that because I don't have a kooky scientist neighbor and it's not the 1980s (thank god), so all I can do is celebrate that I've been vegan for over half a decade and make tofu from scratch.
Anyway, here's Wonderwall my gratitudes. 4 February
There was some weirdness with the delivery of said tofu supplies, which I think must have come down to the delivery driver being stoned or something. I was home all day last Sunday and then at around 11am, I got a notice that the package could not be delivered because I didn't give the delivery company my "gate code." I don't have a gate code. My fence is such a piece of garbage I barely have a gate. I checked on the website and the package …
So you want to get fit. Good for you! It’s extra admirable to want to get fit when you know it will never be appreciated by anyone else. Sure, fit bloggers and weight-loss gurus talk about how you should really make these life choices for yourself, but those of us who can be certain no one finds us attractive know that’s bullshit. We know normal people get fit because they feel they’re not getting enough sex and they know shedding ten or twenty pounds will exponentially increase the amount of times they’re staring at the ceiling screaming, “oh god yes,” while someone goes downtown.
It’s not hard to want to better yourself when you can be reasonably certain that looking better will be met with even more praise than you already get on a daily basis, come on.
Those of us who are pariahs and underprivileged in the ways of companionship know the real test is fighting forward in getting fit despite knowing that we will still be viewed as no more enticing than a half-rotten human finger stic…