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Went and saw a friend of a friend who's looking for a housemate today. This place is closer to the family and psych care, and I won't need to take two or three different toll roads one after the other to get anywhere. And while the house that's on offer isn't a palace by any means, it's twice the size of the place I'm in right now, and has open floor space, open cupboard space, places in the kitchen where food can be stored, and easily accessible light switches and power points.

Right now, I'm sharing house with a stage one going on stage two hoarder. I'm fucking sick of it. She's even hoarding empty shampoo bottles and conditioner bottles, stacks them up in the shower and gets upset when I knock them over. There's multiple bottles of cooking oil, two years out of date and rancid, that she refuses to throw out so that we can have a place in the kitchen to store food. I'm also usually the one who ends up feeding and walking her dog. And don't get me started on the bloody cat.

So yeah, bigger place sans hoard and hoarder, closer to family and drug dealer, no toll roads, and above all, THE OWNERS WILL LET ME KEEP MY RATS. I've my girls fostered out for two fucking months. I've been trying to rehome them, but two of them need meds and no one is prepared to take sick ratties, even if said ratties come with an FK cage.

Obviously it's still at the castle in the air stage. I'm not going to start packing until I put my signature underneath the real estate agent's, but I want to get out of the hoarder's house. I NEED to get out of the hoarder's house. And I desperately want and need my pet rats to be with me.

Here's hoping.

EDITED TO ADD: the hoarder flatmate is also hoarding old toothbrushes.
 
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Almost slipped and fell down a loooooooooong set of metal stairs where I was working today. I almost :briefs:
 
My boss was off due to just having a babby, so I was left in total charge of the lecturing today at my teaching job. Was a little worried I'd mess up.
Although we had a great time talking memes and watching surreal animation with the class. Many 20-something kids are a lot more clued-up on
movie, and media culture than older people allow them credit for...Also, I suspect the Jan Svankmeyer flim gave some good nightmare fuel...
 
My boss was off due to just having a babby, so I was left in total charge of the lecturing today at my teaching job. Was a little worried I'd mess up.
Although we had a great time talking memes and watching surreal animation with the class. Many 20-something kids are a lot more clued-up on
movie, and media culture than older people allow them credit for...Also, I suspect the Jan Svankmeyer flim gave some good nightmare fuel...
Which one? I once saw "Alice" in college and loved it!
 
I have a heavy cold, my cats are ignoring me, and I'm getting low on rum, but other than that it's been a normal day. I might even leave the house this weekend! (or whenever the rum runs out, whichever comes first.)
 
I woke up feeling a little shitty- I forgot to turn my AC off last night and it was fucking freezing this morning- but I spent the day going through my ridiculous makeup and nail polish hoard and 1) getting rid of things I'll never use, 2) separating out eyeshadows that are likely unsafe for use around the eye but I could repurpose somehow or that I can press into pans, and 3) sorting and Franken-ing nail polishes so I could consolidate my collection. I managed to cut everything I had in half, and the rest is either going in the trash or being given away, depending on what it is and how long I've had it.

I didn't get around to depotting my remaining palettes, since I have a shit-ton of laundry to do, but I can do that tomorrow when I get home from work. Honestly though it feels good to go through all this stuff, I've been putting it off for ages and just adding onto the pile (I HAVE A PROBLEM OKAY) but now I can actually use it up instead of it sitting in a case forever.
 
Did important stuff today. Came back home to the ten seasons of Family Guy that I've been systematically working through. I'm more of an American Dad person myself, at least until it changed its name to Alien Ephebophilie, but the ten seasons of Family Guy came up on Gumtree for $30 and I thought it'd be a sure thing. My housemate's a Christian and definitely not one for profanity and random access humour, and she doesn't like pop culture dialogue and cartoon voices either, so I figured she'd be climbing the walls before the end of season two. I'm up to season seven and the flatmate hasn't so much as twitched an eyelash. So far the only thing that's happened is that I found myself typing "Paris Hilton's vagina" into Google about half an hour ago (turns out that even millionaires get razor burn, heh) and that I am very close to hijacking an airplane to America so I can hunt down and beat Seth Green to death with copies of his own manurescripts.

What also happened today, however, is that when the housemate opened up the back door, her dog came charging in, bolted straight past her without even glancing sideways at her, and threw itself at me, howling and whining and generally being a loud, needy little bitch begging for my love. I am now the most important human in the house, at least according to the dog. The housemate was pissed off.

I'm not sure if it counts as a win when you end up with someone else's dog and you don't actually want the dog.
 
I still have the same cold that I was whining about further upthread, and now all the rum has definitely gone.

On the plus side, being smeared in Vicks Vapour Rub is the hot new trend for Autumn 2016.
Some things never go out of style I see.
 
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It went...well enough I suppose.
Today was the annual start of the two months I temporarily dye my hair unnatural colors.
Long story short: sister with cancer said she planned on getting a purple wig once she got better...she never got better.

-At least I can infiltrate groups of dangerhairs irl without ever saying a word for a short period of time. Am I credit to Kiwi-team yet?
 
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I pretty much spent my morning going to a career center to see where I can find a job in doing computer support. Outside of that, I've been considering what new hobbies to take up. I might get into hobby related to either cooking, cars, or perhaps drawing.
 
I pretty much spent my morning going to a career center to see where I can find a job in doing computer support. Outside of that, I've been considering what new hobbies to take up. I might get into hobby related to either cooking, cars, or perhaps drawing.
Definitely take up drawing!
 
While this is only for yesterday, I can say my previous day was shit. Since 1:00 AM to Midnight of today, I've been feeling like Kermit the Frog on Conan
When I'm not vomiting, I'm in bed trying to rest while dealing with a headache. I had more important things to do like going to an appointment at a job center and that had to rescheduled because of a stomach flu I have gotten.
 
It's 4am. I drank some cola yesterday evening and I am paying for it. I'm not nearly as caffeine sensitive as I used to be, but there's a limit to what I can metabolise. Also there are mosquitoes in my room and I can't get rid of them because my flatmate hates flyspray, which I completely understand, but that hatred means that she rarely wants it, which in turn means that any cans she has are buried under a mountain of detritus. Given that she's a stage one going on two hoarder, she doesn't even know what she has but will have a panic attack if there are any signs of disturbance.

I finally got word as well yesterday that I'm good to move to a share house of a friend of a friend of mine this week. Raising the bond is going to be a huge drama though. In the long term though this place will be much cheaper than the one I'm in now. Also, no twenty or more empty shampoo bottles in the shower. That will be rather pleasant.
 
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