House Hufflemouse
Oct. 22nd, 2020 07:27 amI got the news that my mouse mask had arrived, and it's cute. Not perfect, but cute. I also got the notification that Steve gave permission for me to steal his mental health check-in post. Not that I needed it, but it was a good reminder. Since Mandy and Colleen asked for pics of the new mask, I went ahead and combined the two. Naturally, I spent some time clucking at myself for sending a mixed message - mental health check on the one hand, new mask on the other. That went away, mostly, after a few responses started coming in. Folks commented appreciating the mask, but many more commented or messaged me with actual need for life help. I think I gave thoughtful answers, when possible, without oversharing. That, of course, is a relative statement for someone who already has no secrets.
Potmatess was still out of Alpine's Northern Lights, and I refuse to buy more weed until they're having a sale again. I know. I finished my previous preroll, smoked another, took edibles...I was on a mission. Eventually, I resorted to smoking carts that had tiny bits left. I was finally grateful for the Kingpen's lasting so long.
While doing my usual swap between Lucifer and music, Justin commented "My Queen!" as a reply to my note that I voted. For some reason, I couldn't think of the word "abdicate," and when I did, it seemed wrong. I decided it wasn't that important to let him know about my drama getting my ballot in, but thought his comment might be an invitation to communicate. Even though he'd Seen but not replied to my research on Name Changing, I messaged him again, just checking in. He was short with me, and didn't reply after giving a single response.
I torched a few trolls. One of my Libertarian Trump supporting friends had previously tried to condescend to me, and to "sealion" or whatever the kids are calling it these days. I am as patient as I am vicious, so of course his plan was unsuccessful. He's getting increasingly frustrated with me, and goes from rational discussion to flame war increasingly quickly. As funny as that is, I actually find it a bit frustrating. I don't just want to win, I want to dominate, and watch them burn. I know.
Potmatess was still out of Alpine's Northern Lights, and I refuse to buy more weed until they're having a sale again. I know. I finished my previous preroll, smoked another, took edibles...I was on a mission. Eventually, I resorted to smoking carts that had tiny bits left. I was finally grateful for the Kingpen's lasting so long.
While doing my usual swap between Lucifer and music, Justin commented "My Queen!" as a reply to my note that I voted. For some reason, I couldn't think of the word "abdicate," and when I did, it seemed wrong. I decided it wasn't that important to let him know about my drama getting my ballot in, but thought his comment might be an invitation to communicate. Even though he'd Seen but not replied to my research on Name Changing, I messaged him again, just checking in. He was short with me, and didn't reply after giving a single response.
I torched a few trolls. One of my Libertarian Trump supporting friends had previously tried to condescend to me, and to "sealion" or whatever the kids are calling it these days. I am as patient as I am vicious, so of course his plan was unsuccessful. He's getting increasingly frustrated with me, and goes from rational discussion to flame war increasingly quickly. As funny as that is, I actually find it a bit frustrating. I don't just want to win, I want to dominate, and watch them burn. I know.