Another bigfoot here! I usually wear 11s, get them in wide if possible (I find that Reeboks fit well). And I can't wear heels any more (arthritis in one foot), so I'm wearing mostly sneakers and boots, although I occasionally find dressier shoes that fit. I find having something that laces lets me buy shoes large enough for comfort that can be laced tightly enough I don't walk out of them.

I dream of having enough money to have a cobbler make custom shoes for me that fit perfect, supportive, and cute.

Yes, we need cobblers.

Okay, the drug of choice for my brain (this time) is Cymbalta. Also more Ativan. I really hope it works, and quickly, because I don't want to feel like this any more.

Teppy, I'm pulling for you. I hope it begins helping soon.

Askye, good for you on the progress you're making

I'm sorry if I missed anybody. I'm scattered today.

I saw this a while ago and - being too buried in work to post or even do much lurking - kept a link to share with my Bitches. This is possibly not safe for work, so you've been warned. It's a piece of malachite with a, um, SUGGESTIVE shape. One gem (so to speak): So use a condom when fucking rocks is the takeaway here.

I need to vent. So, be warned and scroll on by if you don't have the spoons. I'm looking for more the ear than the lip, just so you know.

Things I am dealing with:

Frankie has suddenly started peeing on my bedroom floor multiple times a day. I shut him in my room when I'm gone to prevent just this thing, because before he would not pee in my room. I have to leave water down because the cats also stay in my room, one of which is blind (can't climb much anymore) and in kidney failure (so she drinks a lot of water). Took him to the vet today, and they sent off a urine sample for testing but think it's probably behavioral. This just started a couple of days ago and I can't figure out anything that has changed in his environment.

I was able to take Frankie to the vet today because I woke up with a pinched nerve. That, on top of the SAD hitting full force, made me decide to take the day off. Fortunately, I'm not at risk of losing my job for doing it, unlike the last one, but it's still stressful on a workload and financial level.

Oh, speaking of money. Ummm, asscaps ahoy. MY MOTHERFUCKING SLEAZEBAG EX-LANDLORD IS REFUSING TO PAY ME MY DEPOSIT BACK, despite a friend who is a real estate lawyer sending him a "friendly" email from his work account. He's blaming the mold in the a/c on me (um, I have an email with a picture going back to the week after I moved it, so no) and using a bunch of stuff that is petty and not my legal responsibility to justify it. Small claims court would cost too much to make it worth it, especially given the time involved. That's $575 I just may not see again, and that is a lot of money to me. Fuckery like this is why it's somewhat standard for tenants here to just not pay their last month's rent. Wish I'd done that, now. There's nothing like the special feeling of getting FUCKED for trying to be a decent person.

I hate my job (again) and need to look for a new one (again) and basically am despairing of finding anything that will pay me a decent salary, maybe even some benefits, and won't have me miserable after only a month.

Did I mention money? Because money.

My new roommate is geeky (yay) and queer (yay) but he can be kind of a bitchy queen. He claims to be all NY straight forward but when I try to talk to him about anything that's bothering me he gets defensive and interrupts me. For someone who's training to be a social worker he's pretty shit at listening.

He is one of those people who are tidy but not clean, so he's constantly moving my stuff to where he thinks it should be but I've never seen him wipe the goddamn counter. He has taken over 95% of the dining area with his desk, bar, storage cabinet, and shelves, but doesn't understand why I'm upset that he just moved my storage bins into the middle of the living room floor. He's also using 90% of the freezer.

I am fully aware that I tend towards passive aggressive and spend too much time trying to anticipate others' needs so I can be considerate, but GODDAMN it feels like he just takes whatever he needs and doesn't give any thought to me at all.

And now I'm getting petty, but what jackass doesn't understand that wood should not sit in water?!?!?! The dude loves plants, you'd think he'd be familiar with capillary action.

All this on top of Trump and election bullshit just has me... without a single spoon. I am so done being told what to do, what not to do, being micromanaged and rearranged and accidentally gaslighted by men that I really hate all of them right now. Doesn't do much to mellow me that since I changed my OKC profile to feature my buzzed hair and put "I'm With Her" at the top I haven't gotten a single message. Thanks for confirming that you ain't shit, dudes. I should savor the peace and quiet.

I'm also judging myself for not being more unpacked and put away right now, so I'm sure that makes me more sensitive. I'm judging myself right now (AINFG ) for not hanging pictures and stuff but I took off work for a pinched nerve and then spent my morning running errands, a little rest would probably be advisable.

I don't know how I'm going to get myself to work tomorrow. I am (continued...)

( continues...) really dreading it.

Thank you for allowing me to vent.

eta holy crap, not sure I've ever hit the post character limit before

I wish spoons were a shareable resource. But failing that, you can vent all you like, because that is quite a pile of fuckery.

((Smonster)))