Posts from the “Daily” Category

“I love all kinds of cherries”

“There are many in China”

I’m so glad that chance brought the friends it did into my life today. Heals the heart.

No.

1: […] for some aftercare”

2: did you mean to say self care?

3. Yes isn’t that what I said?

4. …

5. …

6. Yes.

I’m going on a cruise for a teambuilding exercise with colleagues and I just realised I’ve been dreaming about being a serial killer on a boat.

I thought it was my loathing for everyone triggering the dream but maybe it’s partially the teambuilding future too.

It’s hungry ghost month. I am carrying a huge negative vibe, and I know what that usually means. I hope I don’t bring any surprises to the office.

I am a serial killer — a white man with brown hair and brown eyes and khaki shorts (one side of my pant legs drops lower to my thighs). I stalk people through Durex hookup hashtags online. Used to be women too but now mostly just men. I am ruthless, efficient. I look like Dexter but Dexter doesn’t exist in this world.

There is loud thumping music. Techno. I’m on a giant ship. I wonder where work has taken me now. I’m in a kill room, full of evidence. I open the blackout curtains and bright light streams in. A float boat is going by my window, in a giant pool on the boat — someone dressed in black leather s&m clothes riding it on water. I’m on a boat and there’s a party and the investigative party are all VIPs. Of course I’m going to murder some ppl here. I’ve murdered some of my past team members, brutally. Harvested them. There are two members hot on my tracks, two guys. One is a white guy, brown office haircut, blue striped suit clothes. Tall. Grimace-smiles. Camera is always looking at him from worms eye view. I’m walking on the boat with a colleague whom I consider attacking later, if convenient.

I am on a date with a girl and she brings me to “the most punk” place which she wants me to appreciate. It’s a place that almost looks Tuscan. Warm sunlight and large columns. We park and enter. It’s a nursery and I’m holding a small plastic basket. I put some plants shaped like cucumbers in the basket. They look like cotton and feel like clouds when I squeeze them.

I also dream for hours I have to post something on Instagram for work.

You’re a friend but I’m sorry I’m allergic to Gramsci at 2am.

Also, why isn’t he fixing the shit he created

When I won’t do something for your comms, because consequences, and you replace me with a man who will, and then consequences, and you look in my direction for (free) consultation to bail you out of a situation I wouldn’t have created in the first place, and you’re not even the first this year, and how am I supposed to feel rly? Is this personal or is this something other women experience too? Being replaced with less qualified men definitely feels like a thing

I love spitzes

*shows picture of pomeranian*

You are so Cina!

*shows picture of G-Dragon*

Is that a butch lesbian?

What’s the Venn diagram? Are all Shah Alam drivers pundeks, or are all pundeks Shah Alam?

Time to drive, time to think. I’ve been having epic mood swings today, maybe because of my period. Maybe because of a frustrating homophobic encounter with Sefa the night before. Maybe because Grey peed on my bed this morning and I was underslept and overcaffeinated. Maybe all of the above.

Trying to tell myself this overflow of emotion (and aggression) is what my cat feels, so I can be less angry with her.

This month has been the most purchases I’ve ever made in my adult life.

A PS4 last year was it. This month was a few small purchases (mostly to furnish the house, and some wearables — mostly for work except a new wallet) that have added up fast.

I’m worried about finances, but it’s also not often I see something I like, much less when raya discount applies.

Trying a new strategy. 77% results, 36% cost. Or 47% increase. Variables. Fingers and toes crossed.

Signed up for workshop. Hope it is fruitful.

Met Annie and her partner for breakfast. Breakfast with company is nice, I should do it more if I can find morning people in the area. Maybe I can find performing arts friends who aren’t asleep yet.

Me: I’m having my night tea.

Annie: I’m having my night wine. We are so similar.