I’ve just returned from my morning constitutional, and now it’s time to write a blog post.
pissed off this week
someone I’d made plans with cancelled at the last minute and then ignored me for three days, so that pissed me off
someone I invited to my house cast aspersions about the place and mocked my claim that i would be able to keep it tidy. it’s a home I’m very proud to have made, where everything has a place, and I work on keeping it clean every day. so that pissed me off
people keep attributing changes in my personality to “age” “maturity” and “getting older” that are the result of a lot of work getting over mental illness. i have to work at it every day, but it makes it seem like I could have instead just waited until I was 33. so that has pissed me off
someone made a joke about how the work I’ve spent months on has made their life slightly more inconvenient, so that pissed me off
i’ve spent my whole life letting myself be disrespected by people who were meant to be my friends because they didn’t understand me, or they thought i was insane. if you don’t respect me now, you can fuck off, im busy.
they switch between English and Spanish while they are rapping, sometimes in the middle of lines, and it sounds so good. it’s like they’re doing skateboarding tricks in my ears. they’re so cool
i found it in a playlist called TRAP DIVAS but then i read their twitter profile and one time they tweeted “i am a boy.. and i am a girl… no es difícil de entender”
before that they tweeted “blue boy”
I had a delivery from mexgrocer.co.uk on Friday and have been living quite the life of tacos and chili con carne
this morning i started the day with a kind of improvised huevos divorciados; in this case two eggs (sunny side up, lightly steamed) separated by a river of refried beans. one egg with salsa verde and the other with pickled red onions, sour cream (both of which I made yesterday) and hot sauce. I had no red salsa.
my life is finally a good balance of work, cooking, art and raves.
i’m working on a game for the PicoSystem called CHICKEN EGG HOLE
in which the chicken puts the egg in the hole
CHICKEN EGG HOLE
chicken egg hole teaches you to load sprites, take user input, and have win and loss states
colonel sanders is only an obstacle. but maybe the obstacle should be piles of straw and maybe colonel sanders should eat the chicken and maybe colonel sanders should eat the egg.
unwisely i packed one at the bottom of a box when i was moving
it is looking worse for wear
BRAVEST RUNBOOK
i have relabeled it “BRAVEST RUNBOOK” since its little label fell off.
here it stands watching over the electronic music area of the house, where it has been very helpful to me
i think i was in the middle of making a latte, and then got distracted by sweeping up, and then got distracted by putting stuff away, and then got distracted by setting up this little electronic music making area (i took apart a wallplug with a screwdriver so i could pass the wire up the thin gap at the back of the alcove), and then got distracted writing this and so now i should probably unroll those events until i hit latte
thanks!!
OH! i forgot to tell you about when i went to give the keys to the estate agent, and the End-of-Tenancy cleaner “declined the job” 30 minutes after arriving at the apartment 1 hour late because it was dirty. anyway. Fantastic Services are not, in my experience, Fantastic.
it’s also nearly impossible to get a hold of anyone to talk to, it’s really bad
