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thepnutgallery) wrote2020-10-30 07:05 am
thepnutgallery) wrote2020-10-30 07:05 am
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Fancy Feeder
I *finally* managed to get enough sleep, spend time with Lady Miss Friday before work, and jump in like fucking gang busters at work. Took care of Kathy's NOA duty for JJD, tons of claims, case offers, etc. I did tear up a small storm near the time of the Zoom Halloween party, because I decided to be a Fancy Mouse (mice are considered Fancy or Feeders at pet stores), so I found a suit to wear. That part didn't come through at the meeting, but everyone laughed at the joke that inspired the costume "...I may have misunderstood the 'Best Animal Costume' Category...."
I read some Right Wing cultists on Resist Create, and did quite the number on some trash who engaged caps lock and started screaming about how the terrible Left called Trump a racist. They do *not* like citations and provable facts. My phone won't be here until Monday, but I did reiterate the offer of the knockoff when Patrick texted me. Julian called me, and he was...grumpy. Bear. Trying to be catty, asking repeatedly whether I'd fucked Jason and Michael, and repeating his discomfort about me fucking anyone, ever, but allowing it. I guess that's progress. He also mentioned that it was painfully obvious how unhappy Lady Miss Friday was with my house guests, but since I already had house guests when I got her, I don't scream at myself that loudly for missing it. He also touched on how much she's put up with from me. I'm aware. Well aware.
JJD realized I did the NOAs for him/Kathy...around 5. Since I did that, I've been helping with claims, case offers, etc, he wanted to send me a gift certificate for a restaurant, but I declined. I've been Busy AF all week, I figure others have been the same. I did mention that if he was still desperate to spend money to thank me, I can always use a Northern Lights cart. Just saying. JJD shares my problem of thinking there's some magic phrase we could say to fix our broken friends. The conversation turned to last year, and the infinite patience Tim had to have with me, and then to the infinite patience work had to have with me, and all Tim's work to make sure I still had a job when I got out.
I started listening to She Used to be Mine, from the Tony's, but couldn't find a good version. FHA to the rescue, and he sent me an mp3 of it. I'll maybe set up a 3 way as a thank you. I was already sinking, and by the end of the night, I was reminding myself that it would be a dickhead thing to tap out and leave Lady Miss Friday stranded.
I read some Right Wing cultists on Resist Create, and did quite the number on some trash who engaged caps lock and started screaming about how the terrible Left called Trump a racist. They do *not* like citations and provable facts. My phone won't be here until Monday, but I did reiterate the offer of the knockoff when Patrick texted me. Julian called me, and he was...grumpy. Bear. Trying to be catty, asking repeatedly whether I'd fucked Jason and Michael, and repeating his discomfort about me fucking anyone, ever, but allowing it. I guess that's progress. He also mentioned that it was painfully obvious how unhappy Lady Miss Friday was with my house guests, but since I already had house guests when I got her, I don't scream at myself that loudly for missing it. He also touched on how much she's put up with from me. I'm aware. Well aware.
JJD realized I did the NOAs for him/Kathy...around 5. Since I did that, I've been helping with claims, case offers, etc, he wanted to send me a gift certificate for a restaurant, but I declined. I've been Busy AF all week, I figure others have been the same. I did mention that if he was still desperate to spend money to thank me, I can always use a Northern Lights cart. Just saying. JJD shares my problem of thinking there's some magic phrase we could say to fix our broken friends. The conversation turned to last year, and the infinite patience Tim had to have with me, and then to the infinite patience work had to have with me, and all Tim's work to make sure I still had a job when I got out.
I started listening to She Used to be Mine, from the Tony's, but couldn't find a good version. FHA to the rescue, and he sent me an mp3 of it. I'll maybe set up a 3 way as a thank you. I was already sinking, and by the end of the night, I was reminding myself that it would be a dickhead thing to tap out and leave Lady Miss Friday stranded.