Pillowfort is online again. The first thing I did after logging in was deleting all my private posts. lol
I'm not sure if I'm going to use my account over there much any more. This last fuck up was pretty big.

Pretty exhausted today, I spent my afternoon going through my clothes, deciding what I want to keep (and what still fit).
In other news I bought stuff to try bookbinding. I already printed and sewed some stuff, now I just need to do the rest.

UGH. Tired and sad and headachy.

old thoughts are coming back. doubts. self hatred. like, your friends don't really care about you. you'll end up sad and lonely because there's nothing lovable about you and people will forget you when you're no longer of use.
meh.
i know these thoughts. luckily they're not here to stay, i know that. it's still sucky :/

Schadenfreude is not nice.
But sometimes I can't really help it. Brexit is one of these things.
So you're farming oysters. You make a living selling these oysters IN THE EU. The snails you harvest and sell in Asia are cleaned IN THE EU.
You voted for Brexit because you wanted to be FREE OF THE STINKY EU (and no stinky foreigners or refugees, amirite?), and believed nothing would change for you.

... I mean, why would you think that? Why would your third-country-oysters be treated differently from any other third-country-oyster? You wanted out. Now you're out.
Now please put away that surprised pikachu face. You're free. Free of the duties, the regulations (lol), and the market.

Damn, she knows how to make me feel stupid for loving the things I love.
I asked L (WHO IS ARMY, SHE'S THE REASON I LIKE BTS FFS) if she'd already listened to "Fix You". Her reaction "I hate Coldplay. I hate Fix You. And don't really care for BTS atm"

Why thank you.

I like Coldplay, and Fix You is a good song. And the cover is fucking amazing.
So fuck you.

i love mochi to pieces, he's the best kitty ever. but he's a stinky little man. i need to get his teef checked soon.

the internet is weird. when I was in 10th grade, there could be 16, 17, 18 and 19-year-olds in the same class (depending on when you started school and if you had to repeat a year).

according to internet logic a 19 year old would be a p*do/pr*dator for dating a 16/17 year old FROM THE SAME CLASS.

wild.

[i'm not saying age difference is always completely fine. Age difference can mean power imbalance. but these strict "rules" some people make up ... ]

i'm sitting here and watch people doing the absofuckinglutely same thing that happened in 2016 and i'm like okok, this is totally fine. nothing to worry about.
totally not something to get anxious about. haha.

i was today years old when i learned that Hadjj is only during a certain time of the year

i feel so ignorant wow

So, I just watched the 2017 version of Murder on the Orient Express, and may I respectfully ask WHAT THE EVERLOVING FUCK???

The opening? With Poirot sticking his fucking walking stick into the Western Wall just for funsies? Who thought that was a fine idea?

And we have a soccer team of Very Good Actors, but somehow we don't get to see them act, not really. Because everything is about brilliant, tormented, conflicted, broken hearted Hercule. Wot? Why choose a whodunnit where a huge part of the fun is seeing lots of suspects acting suspicious and watching the detective detecting when you then basically ignore that part?
And insted give us silly chases, an unnecessary avalanche, a weird stabbing and an even more unnecessary shoot out?
Christie's stories are not action-packed. And there's no need to add action. They're formulaic, yes, and unlikely, and that's okay.

Come on.

soooo. after three fucking weeks i finally got my kitty back!

Minou escaped because i didn't realise she was in my bedroom when i left the windows open. (and i only noticed a couple of hours later when she didn't come screaming for dinner). she stayed pretty close but wouldn't let anyone touch her.

even got a trap to catch her. i caught a neighbour's cat (twice) and a hedgehog (three times). minou escaped because she's an eel and too fast to be real, and never went into the trap again.

and then this week she waited in front of my door for breakfast and dinner and let me scritch her. and on thursday i picked her up and took her inside and now she's back :)

now i need to get her to the vet :D