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Last night I had nice dreams and one sexual dream. Most of the dreams seemed to go so fast I barely recognized them, except in one dream I was at the summer cottage with my family. I never seem to run out of those dreams.
I woke up early and went to the bathroom to take a pee and took off my clothes and slept the rest of the night in my bathrobe.
I woke up later to night terrors. I got up and took my morning meds, and went back to bed, still feeling the heebie- jeebies.
I got up and got dressed and slathered basic lotion on my face. I didn't feel like having a wash.
I wore trousers for the first time in ages, because I didn't feel like dressing up prettily. My hair hung in greasy, limp strings, and it became greasier and limpier after I put Bemetson on my itchy and scabby scalp.
I received the weekly and monthly allowance today, so I paid a commission to Candy and ordered two pictures, one from RedBubble (a drawing of Ian Lightfoot from Onward dressed as a magical princess) and one from Society6 (a drawing of Beast Boy). I knew I could have just printed the pictures, but I wanted the artists to be paid properly.
My care worker came over for the weekly appointment, I folded the laundry and washed half of the dishes. I would have washed more, but I ran out of room in the drying cupboard. Besides, I didn't even feel like I was in the mood for washing dishes properly.
We agreed for next week's appointments, and then we left at the same time.
I had to run to make it to the next bus. Once at my parents' home, my mother let me in. My father was also home.
I had coffee and a little snack. My mother went out for errands and I was left with my father; I sure love my father but I still feel anxious around him, when you count his explosive temper and his tendency to smack me about when I was a kid.
Later that day I took a bus back to my hometown, and went to the ladies' room in the shopping mall because I had an acute diarrhea.
After that, I went to the hairdresser and had my eyebrows done. I should have settled for a lighter color because the end result was a bit garish; my eyebrows stood out so well that they made me look like some sort of a caricature.
I decided to balance it by buying hair bleach, I have been thinking of bleaching my hair for a while now. I went to the supermarket and bought hair bleach, along with hand cream and oat milk.
I went back home and immediately started bleaching my hair. Goddamn it, I looked so goddamn fucking ugly after that! I look like some sort of a white trash ghetto rat who spends all her welfare on useless beauty treatments.
I changed into prettier clothes and put on a pair of new earrings, and went out. I tried to tell myself I was a fiery goddess, and no one was laughing at me.
I took a bus and a subway to downtown, paid people compliments and picked up trash and empty bottles and cans.
I went to a department store and bought a single use eye mask and lip mask, and a tube of those face mask things that you squeeze out and slather on your face, and then I went to the Body Shop and bought a nail buffer.
I took two buses home and felt pretty miserable. I started wondering if my mother would love me more if I lost weight.
Once back home, I took my evening meds and sprayed Nasonex into my nostrils. I also did the evening skincare routine.
Tomorrow I will do the weekly housework; change the towels, tidy up the bathroom, and take out the recycling.
Mirette and I will go visit the anarchist art show, and we will take our bicycles along. This time I will take plenty of photos.
Once back home, I will try the lip mask and eye masks.
On Sunday, I will go visit my parents. I will probably ride my bicycle there and back.
My dad will give me the weekly allowance, and I will call my granny. As for the money, I will probably buy more beauty products.
I woke up early and went to the bathroom to take a pee and took off my clothes and slept the rest of the night in my bathrobe.
I woke up later to night terrors. I got up and took my morning meds, and went back to bed, still feeling the heebie- jeebies.
I got up and got dressed and slathered basic lotion on my face. I didn't feel like having a wash.
I wore trousers for the first time in ages, because I didn't feel like dressing up prettily. My hair hung in greasy, limp strings, and it became greasier and limpier after I put Bemetson on my itchy and scabby scalp.
I received the weekly and monthly allowance today, so I paid a commission to Candy and ordered two pictures, one from RedBubble (a drawing of Ian Lightfoot from Onward dressed as a magical princess) and one from Society6 (a drawing of Beast Boy). I knew I could have just printed the pictures, but I wanted the artists to be paid properly.
My care worker came over for the weekly appointment, I folded the laundry and washed half of the dishes. I would have washed more, but I ran out of room in the drying cupboard. Besides, I didn't even feel like I was in the mood for washing dishes properly.
We agreed for next week's appointments, and then we left at the same time.
I had to run to make it to the next bus. Once at my parents' home, my mother let me in. My father was also home.
I had coffee and a little snack. My mother went out for errands and I was left with my father; I sure love my father but I still feel anxious around him, when you count his explosive temper and his tendency to smack me about when I was a kid.
Later that day I took a bus back to my hometown, and went to the ladies' room in the shopping mall because I had an acute diarrhea.
After that, I went to the hairdresser and had my eyebrows done. I should have settled for a lighter color because the end result was a bit garish; my eyebrows stood out so well that they made me look like some sort of a caricature.
I decided to balance it by buying hair bleach, I have been thinking of bleaching my hair for a while now. I went to the supermarket and bought hair bleach, along with hand cream and oat milk.
I went back home and immediately started bleaching my hair. Goddamn it, I looked so goddamn fucking ugly after that! I look like some sort of a white trash ghetto rat who spends all her welfare on useless beauty treatments.
I changed into prettier clothes and put on a pair of new earrings, and went out. I tried to tell myself I was a fiery goddess, and no one was laughing at me.
I took a bus and a subway to downtown, paid people compliments and picked up trash and empty bottles and cans.
I went to a department store and bought a single use eye mask and lip mask, and a tube of those face mask things that you squeeze out and slather on your face, and then I went to the Body Shop and bought a nail buffer.
I took two buses home and felt pretty miserable. I started wondering if my mother would love me more if I lost weight.
Once back home, I took my evening meds and sprayed Nasonex into my nostrils. I also did the evening skincare routine.
Tomorrow I will do the weekly housework; change the towels, tidy up the bathroom, and take out the recycling.
Mirette and I will go visit the anarchist art show, and we will take our bicycles along. This time I will take plenty of photos.
Once back home, I will try the lip mask and eye masks.
On Sunday, I will go visit my parents. I will probably ride my bicycle there and back.
My dad will give me the weekly allowance, and I will call my granny. As for the money, I will probably buy more beauty products.