that awkward thing on the internet where other ndns don’t realize that you’re also ndn.
Hi my name is Whess. I am a crabby-cakes, neurotic university student who makes art and stuff and things and lives with very pretty cat named Chi in their nerd-cave. I am herbivorous in nature, and like spooky places and things. I'm a member of the Carrier nation. Genderqueer, pan. Yeah. Stuff, things, what.
i’ve become increasingly uncomfortable with how good i can cover up my social anxiety, especially at work. now no one even knows when i’m actually on the edge of needing to leave and go cry for a bit.
i predict some serious breakdowns this holiday season.
i think my boss is annoyed that their business is not my #1 priority (have they forgotten that i’m a full-time university student and they pay me minimum wage for a job that can be really really difficult sometimes and esp during the holidays?) and has subsequently broken up all my hours into small, four hour shifts all over the place.
omg gender did the thing and it took me 20 minutes just to decide what to wear (headdesk).
last night i dreamt that my uncle had come to town to go see Doctor Who in 3D with me but before that I was in a piercing parlour and was convinced to get piercings but I didn’t know where and then the piercer was Die from diru and he did one surface piercing on my forearm and i was like okay cool, but he wasn’t done and did a second above it and I figured fine okay and they were p cool. and then my uncle invited me to an awkward dinner party at a vegan restaurant with…some people? no idea who they were or if he knew them.
feeling kind of panick-y at the moment but i think it’s mostly because i haven’t eaten and it’s making my thoughts feel all jumbled up which is very not good because i have ten million things to do.
food is in progress.
…it’s probably a bad idea to wear a binder in a mosh pit, yeah?
you all should go to this site and make yourself and post it
I’m such an embarrassing human. I sent an e-mail to my instructor saying, “I won’t be in class this Friday, I’m heading out of town for a few days in the most convuluted way possible with terrible timing. I’m too embarrassed to explain, but everything is okay.”
i just feel bad because last time we met they asked me if i was okay and i wasn’t but i very blatantly lied and said that i was just a bit (physically) sick and i think this made them concerned.
THIS ESSAY IS GOING NOT AT ALL HOW I INTENDED IT TO.