I was enjoying my bank holiday weekend last week so I didn't get a chance to blog. I did make some random page updates though. I had pictures of the Penis Bird masks and did finally start the long promised censorship guide. Both of those pages are intended to be updated as needed. Also last weekend I had an interview with the lovely Mar Garcia, which I will post later on today.
Two hours after the interview, I had my hair cut off. So now there's a video circulating with my long locks in pigtails and then a few hours later I had them chopped off. Long hair is lovely when it is in good condition. Mine wasn't. The hair split about half way up the shaft (hair shaft you pervs) and it was awful looking. I will never be getting a haircut from Groupon again. I found a new, lovely hairdresser. When I booked the appointment, she had a quick look at my hair and said she was confident she could handle it. Then I went back last Saturday to actually have it cut. She asked how much I wanted cut, I replied about 12 inches, more if needed. She started to say, "That'll take it into a bob," and then cut herself off after looking and said, "I can see it needs it." When my hair was held up afterwards I could see just how bad it was. So all the damage has been cut off. I'm not sure if I'm going to grow it out again. I plan on having highlights put in within the next few months and will decide then. I like it at this length. I don't have a picture of it without it being straightened but if I get some Frizz-ease or some curl cream, it is going to look great.
Of course, Tuesday morning I was settling Jerk Face just before leaving for work when I suddenly came over ill. It is always the way with tummy bugs but I made it to the toilet where I can assure you the chunks of orange in my vomit were sweet potatoes and not carrots. I hate carrots. I worked from home for Tuesday and Wednesday. To be honest, and looking back, after some feedback, I should have just phoned out entirely on Tuesday. I'm still feeling the effects of god knows how many years of medical gaslighting. I know I'm not the only woman in this situation. I don't have the time today to go into medical gaslighting and the impact it has held on my life and on society in general. Plus there's population groups still experiencing it.
There's one week until payday. I'm a bit worried about my bank account, but overall, and considering I didn't even have a full paycheque this month (I only started my new job a week and a bit into the month), I think I've done well. There's groceries for the week. There's gas and electric. Bills are paid. That 72 pouches of cat food I bought for the Princess and Jerk Face and the eight boxes of Gourmet Gold Senior Pate I bought for Jess still have one week left. Plus that bag of Iams Senior still has another two weeks. So I was able to accurately guess how much I would need for one month (there's other things I bought as well, but some of them last longer than a month, like 16 rolls of toilet roll). I am dreading the new phone bill after our upgrades at the beginning of the month. But I won't have to put a down payment towards a phone or buy really expensive trainers this upcoming month. I will need to buy some of my son's birthday presents though. Hoping by the end of the summer to have that much desired stability (still need to budget paying back debts, but once that's calculated, I'll have stability, then once they're paid off, I can start a savings account).
And now, I have a ton of stuff to do. I will get that interview posted up before the end of the day. I don't want to make any promises, but I do have releases planned for every month for the rest of the year. Snow White is calling me though.
If you don't know my writing process, I often settle on keeping one or two albums on repeat (decided while I'm hacking out the first thousand words or so by listening to random playlists, I may not even like the type of music). With Snow White, due to the length, I've settled on two bands with their entire discography. I dreamt of one of the bands last night. The vocalist had managed to get me lost in a underground railway system. It wasn't Liverpool's. It only has four stations and basically goes around in a circle. It is super easy to navigate. It didn't look like London's Underground. I've been on that enough times to know my way around. A friend mentioned the New York Subway makes no sense, so maybe it was that? I've never been on the New York Subway. But so many cities all over the world have these systems, so it could have been any of them. Wherever it was, it was very busy, spring/summer time and daylight. I didn't step into any disused tunnels (even Liverpool has those and some old stations, the local paper covers them sometimes) in my search to find the vocalists I was separated from. And he waited for me.
Two hours after the interview, I had my hair cut off. So now there's a video circulating with my long locks in pigtails and then a few hours later I had them chopped off. Long hair is lovely when it is in good condition. Mine wasn't. The hair split about half way up the shaft (hair shaft you pervs) and it was awful looking. I will never be getting a haircut from Groupon again. I found a new, lovely hairdresser. When I booked the appointment, she had a quick look at my hair and said she was confident she could handle it. Then I went back last Saturday to actually have it cut. She asked how much I wanted cut, I replied about 12 inches, more if needed. She started to say, "That'll take it into a bob," and then cut herself off after looking and said, "I can see it needs it." When my hair was held up afterwards I could see just how bad it was. So all the damage has been cut off. I'm not sure if I'm going to grow it out again. I plan on having highlights put in within the next few months and will decide then. I like it at this length. I don't have a picture of it without it being straightened but if I get some Frizz-ease or some curl cream, it is going to look great.
Of course, Tuesday morning I was settling Jerk Face just before leaving for work when I suddenly came over ill. It is always the way with tummy bugs but I made it to the toilet where I can assure you the chunks of orange in my vomit were sweet potatoes and not carrots. I hate carrots. I worked from home for Tuesday and Wednesday. To be honest, and looking back, after some feedback, I should have just phoned out entirely on Tuesday. I'm still feeling the effects of god knows how many years of medical gaslighting. I know I'm not the only woman in this situation. I don't have the time today to go into medical gaslighting and the impact it has held on my life and on society in general. Plus there's population groups still experiencing it.
There's one week until payday. I'm a bit worried about my bank account, but overall, and considering I didn't even have a full paycheque this month (I only started my new job a week and a bit into the month), I think I've done well. There's groceries for the week. There's gas and electric. Bills are paid. That 72 pouches of cat food I bought for the Princess and Jerk Face and the eight boxes of Gourmet Gold Senior Pate I bought for Jess still have one week left. Plus that bag of Iams Senior still has another two weeks. So I was able to accurately guess how much I would need for one month (there's other things I bought as well, but some of them last longer than a month, like 16 rolls of toilet roll). I am dreading the new phone bill after our upgrades at the beginning of the month. But I won't have to put a down payment towards a phone or buy really expensive trainers this upcoming month. I will need to buy some of my son's birthday presents though. Hoping by the end of the summer to have that much desired stability (still need to budget paying back debts, but once that's calculated, I'll have stability, then once they're paid off, I can start a savings account).
And now, I have a ton of stuff to do. I will get that interview posted up before the end of the day. I don't want to make any promises, but I do have releases planned for every month for the rest of the year. Snow White is calling me though.
If you don't know my writing process, I often settle on keeping one or two albums on repeat (decided while I'm hacking out the first thousand words or so by listening to random playlists, I may not even like the type of music). With Snow White, due to the length, I've settled on two bands with their entire discography. I dreamt of one of the bands last night. The vocalist had managed to get me lost in a underground railway system. It wasn't Liverpool's. It only has four stations and basically goes around in a circle. It is super easy to navigate. It didn't look like London's Underground. I've been on that enough times to know my way around. A friend mentioned the New York Subway makes no sense, so maybe it was that? I've never been on the New York Subway. But so many cities all over the world have these systems, so it could have been any of them. Wherever it was, it was very busy, spring/summer time and daylight. I didn't step into any disused tunnels (even Liverpool has those and some old stations, the local paper covers them sometimes) in my search to find the vocalists I was separated from. And he waited for me.