Friday
The great decluttering sell-off: I have one pick-up today and it's this afternoon when I would be home anyway. I simply don't have the patience for inconsiderate asses right now. Who arranges a time to pick something up, after being warned that I don't respond well to waiting for no-shows, and then just flakes? And, they often email a day later acting all snarky because I should be glad to wait around for them again. It's fekking entitlement, it's this "I'm the customer" bullshit (also plays into the "you should accept whatever price I'm offering" mentality.) You know what? I don't work for the man anymore. I don't need to put up with that crap, especially for the pittance I am making. No ice cream for bitches!
Good news: I find the missing hot shoe for my cheap-y tripod. It had been missing for SIX MONTHS. It wasn't even a clutter issue - I actually did put it somewhere sensible last time. I had just forgotten there was a barely visible pocket on the camera bag - I don't often need the camera bag anyway since I'm usually home and just carry it on its strap around my neck. Without the hot shoe to screw into the camera base, my tripod was useless. So yay! Tripod!
I need a shower. And a meal. And then I need to figure out how to navigate the piles of stuff to find clothes to wash and pack. Several other million things need doing but it's my body and brain are saying no.
I'm already looking at another tattoo. I think side of my left arm (same side as the leg tattoo I just got). I have about 6 design inspiration photos I'll think on and then send them to the artist sometime to work something up for me. It will also be a black floral, smaller scale (I suspect this one will actually hurt - less meat, more bone in the forearm). Different than the leg tattoo, but also black graphic and I want the designs to mesh well - I intend to have them both seen at the same time. I will likely wait until fall for that one simply because I don't want to spend any more healing time in the summer when I could be playing in a sprinkler with Lauren, slathered in sunscreen.
Good news: I find the missing hot shoe for my cheap-y tripod. It had been missing for SIX MONTHS. It wasn't even a clutter issue - I actually did put it somewhere sensible last time. I had just forgotten there was a barely visible pocket on the camera bag - I don't often need the camera bag anyway since I'm usually home and just carry it on its strap around my neck. Without the hot shoe to screw into the camera base, my tripod was useless. So yay! Tripod!
I need a shower. And a meal. And then I need to figure out how to navigate the piles of stuff to find clothes to wash and pack. Several other million things need doing but it's my body and brain are saying no.
I'm already looking at another tattoo. I think side of my left arm (same side as the leg tattoo I just got). I have about 6 design inspiration photos I'll think on and then send them to the artist sometime to work something up for me. It will also be a black floral, smaller scale (I suspect this one will actually hurt - less meat, more bone in the forearm). Different than the leg tattoo, but also black graphic and I want the designs to mesh well - I intend to have them both seen at the same time. I will likely wait until fall for that one simply because I don't want to spend any more healing time in the summer when I could be playing in a sprinkler with Lauren, slathered in sunscreen.