DEAR DIARY

some of the girlies swore by magic shaving powder so I gave it a try TWICE and it didn't do a fuckinggggg thing!!!!! god really does hate fags :(

wife has a new job and we are on opposite schedules so my weekends have mostly looked like me having a big edible and working on grinding out my crunched up foot and leg muscles but there's always a point after a certain number of milligrams where I just start thinking about how much I love her and then I'm useless for the rest of the night LMAO we're so codependent it's sickening

we Must sexualize chronic pain management. I'm getting older and if I have to start choosing between having comfortable feet and being sexy I'll literally die and then what?????

also I ran out of blank pages from my childhood vintage hello kitty notebook, so going forward, diary entries are being made in this journal (unfilled) I found at goodwill last month:

really really into the "--anonymous" and "--unknown" inspirational girlboss quotes printed in the margins.

Currently I'm NOT in a place where I can really maintain the mental fortitude necessary to keep myself from giving into manic shopping impulses, so I am MANAGING them by limiting myself to digging around only for cheap USED crap that makes me laff ♡ so far it's been good for my artistic and aesthetic and therefore personal development. or at least that's how it feels!