Disaster_of_Passion [kit/kit's, she/her]
DM me if you want!
filing my nails with a dremel; dunno if that’s butch or if I’m just a mess.
(these are not mutually exclusive)
having a random issue at work where every time our software tries to do an operation with Texas it breaks because All of Texas is returning an undefined value for some reason - it’s a real pain in the ass but it’s been pretty fun the last few days telling everyone at work I don’t have time for them because I’m “busy dealing with Texas spontaneously ceasing to exist.”
Voice instructor said my nails are fierce, so that’s my one good thing I can hold on to for today
Warning: Grapefruit can interact with drugs, such as decreasing the effectiveness of estradiol, making Oxycodone last longer, increasing blood levels when on Viagra, and much more.
<stares longingly at a grapefruit> Why must it be the things we love that hurt us most?
She Loves to Cook, and She Loves to Eat except it’s just me, I’m alone and I’m both of them.
Everyone is always gushing over sword lesbians, but there is no love for the humble spear lesbian
extremely depressed
Imagine a girlie so fucked up and lonely and starved of care that she has to be cognizant not to accidentally start hitting on the fucking crisis counselor on the crisis hot-line.
It’s me, hi, I’m the girlie. Shit like this makes me wonder if I’m just fucked up beyond repair.