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mish.gay
Baker, Professional Sleepyhead (They/Them)
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I got two new pillows today! I've been using the same uncomfortable pillows for probably a decade and it somehow never occurred to me to fix that until now

I wrote this bit that is entirely unrelated to current things

I'm realizing I need a platonic partner to do things with again. I miss having someone else to go on adventures with (and split travel costs) but my current schedule of being up from midnight to 4pm doesn't give many options :(

Being completely drunk for a weekend helps with the existential dread

I'm just the tiredest I've been in my life

I wish I had more to post but at this point I'm just spending my days keeping my head down at work and trying to pay down bills. I don't have time or resources for any baking. I don't have anything hopeful or good to add into the world, just more anxiety and there's enough of that on the timeline

It’s absolutely killing me. The complete and total apathy seeming to prevail amongst cis people. They’ve simply given up on us.

My mom sent me some delicious cheese popcorn for Christmas and I am desperate for more. Someone explain why I shouldn't spend bills money on getting the biggest available container of cheddar popcorn overnighted here?

🎶 The sleigh bells, they were ringin' The snow was fallin down The carolers were singin' The day Santa Claus came into town He rode through the sky on a bright red sleigh Laughed and flew above the trees He made his way down the chimney shaft The day Santa gave a gift to me (follow my 🧵, in G 👇)

Hey, it’s ok to leave a fork in the pie tin, because it’s easier to take a whittle bite every time you open the fridge. I won’t tell 🤫

I think with all the pressure, stress, consumerism, and politicization, we often lose track of the true message of the Christmas season, which is simply to light the lamp not the rat, light the lamp not the rat.

2 hours left and then time off begins. I am so exhausted

One day I'll get sleep again. Just not this week apparently

I get one single day off a week (today) and some joker in corporate just scheduled a meeting at 7am on a Sunday. Words cannot contain my frustration

Relying on alcohol to stay awake is a bad plan but somehow it's working

i am not afraid of ghosts bc of the simple fact that most of my social interactions haunt me in ways a murdered victorian never could

I'm very much a drunk misg

My current situation.

I'm basically a bottle of wine to myself in to drinking for thanksgiving and politics hasn't come up once. If it does I think my filter is gone a couple glasses ago so wheeeeeeeeeee

I forgot to bring my cornbread to thanksgiving and now I am crying and sad. All I brought is wine

me at the family Thanksgiving:

I survived the massive rain with only mild power issues! Now it's down to a light drizzle instead and I can finally go outside again!

I have a craving for Jollibee that can only be satisfied by a 2 hour round trip drive through a massive storm :(

I should post more, but legitimately my life has never been less interesting. All I'm doing is working and sleeping, and I'm about to head into the 60 hour work weeks for the next month and a half