Events: a man sent me 5 pictures of his dick and a load of gibberish about my genitals at 7am so I didn't get to sleep when I was intending to, meaning that I didn't get up when I was intending to, meaning that I didn't get to the gym (this was also in part because I had WICKED DOMs up until about half an hour ago and can hardly fucking walk).
So he's a tool, although the world is still burning down so I can't actually care very much about that.
I *did* manage to edit/transfer edit notes on another chapter so I will pretend this is a win. Marika has volunteered to take over from DH on proofing The Circle, so I might even get that out before we die of nuclear war. However, I'm supposed to be writing a 5,000 word essay on masochism and heroism for a friend and I haven't even THOUGHT about that so ahahahahahahah
By way of a cheer-up, help me decide how to spend my money: do I order a custom necklace (like
this but in gold mirror and reading CUMDUMP because fuck you, that's why), or go to the tattooist in Hornsey that I forgot exists (but has a portfolio online which looks OK) and get my wrist tattoos of:
[LEFT]
Yet, I
was there
[RIGHT]
And I
am here.
???
WHY DON'T I HAVE A TAG FOR THE CIS BEING AT IT AGAIN