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cupcake_goth) wrote2025-05-02 04:25 pm
cupcake_goth) wrote2025-05-02 04:25 pm
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The Stroppy One is away at a show, and my stress nightmares are eating me alive. All of them are about travel fuckery and detainment happening. Do I think it's a valid fear? Not really, because while he's a green card holder, he's also a middle-aged white dude, and the travel is all inside the US. None of that makes a difference to my spiraling anxiety.
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I had plans for Saturday, but they've radically changed; one of my closest friends discovered her brother had died in his sleep. So I'm heading to Seattle to keep her company and distract her if needed. I'm also going to do some research for her, because her brother had a huge amount of 70s-80s era nerd collectible items, and she's going to need someone to appraise and sell it.
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Bats' Day (goths at Disneyland) was last weekend. I knew last year that I wouldn't be able to go, but that doesn't ease the melancholy feelings when I see photos from the event. I miss the Haunted Mansion. I miss the giddy lack of stress that going to Disneyland triggers in me.
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I've hit the point where I really want to be treated like a Victorian invalid and be taken to the seaside for my health. Yes, I want to stroll along a beach, my feet in salt water, and then have someone cosset me by bringing me snacks, tea, and laudanum.
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I had plans for Saturday, but they've radically changed; one of my closest friends discovered her brother had died in his sleep. So I'm heading to Seattle to keep her company and distract her if needed. I'm also going to do some research for her, because her brother had a huge amount of 70s-80s era nerd collectible items, and she's going to need someone to appraise and sell it.
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Bats' Day (goths at Disneyland) was last weekend. I knew last year that I wouldn't be able to go, but that doesn't ease the melancholy feelings when I see photos from the event. I miss the Haunted Mansion. I miss the giddy lack of stress that going to Disneyland triggers in me.
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I've hit the point where I really want to be treated like a Victorian invalid and be taken to the seaside for my health. Yes, I want to stroll along a beach, my feet in salt water, and then have someone cosset me by bringing me snacks, tea, and laudanum.