Melrick

I found out today that my hairdresser died 2 days ago. But it’s not that simple. I don’t have friends, you see. I forgot how to do that, and being someone’s full-time, live-in carer means friends are things other people make. But she was my friend.
She’s been cutting my hair for over a decade now. Even when she would simply disappear for a couple of months because of personal issues, I always stuck with her, when others left to get a more ‘reliable’ hairdresser. And even lately, when she was clearly going through really tough times and appointments got constantly cancelled, I made it clear to her that I’ll be first in line she wants to come back to cutting hair. And she appreciated that, a lot.
She loved my baking. The best brownies she’d ever tasted were my homemade ones.
A few weeks ago, she’d very happily made an appointment for me to cut my hair today. It seemed things were finally looking up for her. And today, I arrived with my own homemade choc-mousse filled nuggets, stuffed with my own chocolate mousse recipe. Everyone that’s tried my mousse have said it’s genuinely the best mousse they’d ever tasted. So, if she thought my brownies were amazing, she’d have gone nuts for these.
Yeah, I was always there for her in the past… but I wasn’t there when it really mattered. Maybe… just maybe...

I found out today that my hairdresser died 2 days ago. But it’s not that simple. I don’t have friends, you see. I forgot how to do that, and being someone’s full-time, live-in carer means friends are things other people make. But she was my friend.
She’s been cutting my hair for over a decade now. Even when she would simply disappear for a couple of months because of personal issues, I always stuck with her, when others left to get a more ‘reliable’ hairdresser. And even lately, when she was clearly going through really tough times and appointments got constantly cancelled, I made it clear to her that I’ll be first in line she wants to come back to cutting hair. And she appreciated that, a lot.
She loved my baking. The best brownies she’d ever tasted were my homemade ones.
A few weeks ago, she’d very happily made an appointment for me to cut my hair today. It seemed things were finally looking up for her. And today, I arrived with my own homemade choc-mousse filled nuggets, stuffed with my own chocolate mousse recipe. Everyone that’s tried my mousse have said it’s genuinely the best mousse they’d ever tasted. So, if she thought my brownies were amazing, she’d have gone nuts for these.
Yeah, I was always there for her in the past… but I wasn’t there when it really mattered. Maybe… just maybe...

I found out today that my hairdresser died 2 days ago. But it’s not that simple. I don’t have friends, you see. I forgot how to do that, and being someone’s full-time, live-in carer means friends are things other people make. But she was my friend.
She’s been cutting my hair for over a decade now. Even when she would simply disappear for a couple of months because of personal issues, I always stuck with her, when others left to get a more ‘reliable’ hairdresser. And even lately, when she was clearly going through really tough times and appointments got constantly cancelled, I made it clear to her that I’ll be first in line she wants to come back to cutting hair. And she appreciated that, a lot.
She loved my baking. The best brownies she’d ever tasted were my homemade ones.
A few weeks ago, she’d very happily made an appointment for me to cut my hair today. It seemed things were finally looking up for her. And today, I arrived with my own homemade choc-mousse filled nuggets, stuffed with my own chocolate mousse recipe. Everyone that’s tried my mousse have said it’s genuinely the best mousse they’d ever tasted. So, if she thought my brownies were amazing, she’d have gone nuts for these.
Yeah, I was always there for her in the past… but I wasn’t there when it really mattered. Maybe… just maybe...

I found out today that my hairdresser died 2 days ago. But it’s not that simple. I don’t have friends, you see. I forgot how to do that, and being someone’s full-time, live-in carer means friends are things other people make. But she was my friend.
She’s been cutting my hair for over a decade now. Even when she would simply disappear for a couple of months because of personal issues, I always stuck with her, when others left to get a more ‘reliable’ hairdresser. And even lately, when she was clearly going through really tough times and appointments got constantly cancelled, I made it clear to her that I’ll be first in line she wants to come back to cutting hair. And she appreciated that, a lot.
She loved my baking. The best brownies she’d ever tasted were my homemade ones.
A few weeks ago, she’d very happily made an appointment for me to cut my hair today. It seemed things were finally looking up for her. And today, I arrived with my own homemade choc-mousse filled nuggets, stuffed with my own chocolate mousse recipe. Everyone that’s tried my mousse have said it’s genuinely the best mousse they’d ever tasted. So, if she thought my brownies were amazing, she’d have gone nuts for these.
Yeah, I was always there for her in the past… but I wasn’t there when it really mattered. Maybe… just maybe...

I found out today that my hairdresser died 2 days ago. But it’s not that simple. I don’t have friends, you see. I forgot how to do that, and being someone’s full-time, live-in carer means friends are things other people make. But she was my friend.
She’s been cutting my hair for over a decade now. Even when she would simply disappear for a couple of months because of personal issues, I always stuck with her, when others left to get a more ‘reliable’ hairdresser. And even lately, when she was clearly going through really tough times and appointments got constantly cancelled, I made it clear to her that I’ll be first in line she wants to come back to cutting hair. And she appreciated that, a lot.
She loved my baking. The best brownies she’d ever tasted were my homemade ones.
A few weeks ago, she’d very happily made an appointment for me to cut my hair today. It seemed things were finally looking up for her. And today, I arrived with my own homemade choc-mousse filled nuggets, stuffed with my own chocolate mousse recipe. Everyone that’s tried my mousse have said it’s genuinely the best mousse they’d ever tasted. So, if she thought my brownies were amazing, she’d have gone nuts for these.
Yeah, I was always there for her in the past… but I wasn’t there when it really mattered. Maybe… just maybe...

I am done peopling for the weekend...🙃

Fuck the American healthcare system - right up Main Street with absolutely no prep, lube, or aftercare. We started seeing a doctor for Cold’s spine injury, and he’s been out of work going on two months. Now they’re saying his surgery may not be until August, because his insurance wants a specific clinic to do the surgery. He could have been cut open, sewed up, and sent home to heal last week, but insurance said “Nuh-uh, you’re going upstate or you’re going crippled.”
My husband has always been a drafthorse of a worker. He leaves his coworkers in the dust, stays late, goes the extra mile, and shows up while others no-call/no-show because it’s raining. His reward is being shoved to the back of the shelf without pay to wait for a surgery that’s needed to keep him from being paralyzed while several companies yell at us about what they’re not getting done. We’re drowning in medical bills and other bills, and insurance isn’t paying nearly enough. This country needed healthcare reform decades ago – not yesterday, literal decades ago. Instead, we have an ugly-ass ballroom for ugly-ass souls to pat each other on the back after failed or faked assassination attempts.
I’m just...I’m so tired. Seeing him going through all this and in horrible pain, knowing I can’t do anything more for him than I’m doing...and all the while, my mental health has tanked. How are we supposed to do this? How do we keep taking that boot to the ribs without standing up and throwing fists? 

A birthday shout-out to our very own @Melrick! May the day bring only good things, and an abundance of chocolate!  🍫 🎂

Did you know New York actually has 12 seasons? 

https://12seasons.nyc/

Sleeping naked is the shit when you’re young. Then, one day, you’re middle-aged with a cat who likes sleeping between the sheets and has frigid toes, and you start second guessing everything.
Heiferlump, by the way, wasn’t just thawing out her frosted toebeans on my bare ass. She also kept wiping her cold, wet nose on the ticklish spot between my thigh and cheek every time I dozed off. I’m not ashamed to say I committed the unforgivable crime of yeeting the baby off the bed. I’m not sorry. Kid needs some fuzzy socks or something.

i need to sage the house or find someone that can lift a curse off my family. my mom needed foot surgery again  last month and last week i slipped on some ice and fractured my left wrist (thank the gods im right handed). 

Starting the year off right...I have the fecking flu.  Ugh🤢

I think someone might have cracked out a phial of starlight, or perhaps a million of you all did. Start spreading the news… 🎵and so on and so forth... [message ends]

I’m probably way too busy and appalled at recent world events to be this bored. Or at least, I ought to be. Someone accused me of not being able to write properly. Someone in an official capacity. I should be too rageful to be this bored.
Meh.

I’ll be heading off tomorrow for my holiday. I’ll be landing back in Australia on 15th September local. Try to keep the place tidy while I’m gone.

I’ll be heading off tomorrow for my holiday. I’ll be landing back in Australia on 15th September local. Try to keep the place tidy while I’m gone.

Awhile back, someone on a random Reddit post suggested I might be neurodivergent. I’d only heard the term used for people with autism – yes, I live under a rock – so my initial response was disgruntlement. My husband, after all, is autistic, and I had a mental image of the time he met my prudish religious neighbor for the first time and made a joke about his dick; if we were both that awkward outwardly instead of just on the inside, we’d be a right mess. There was also a sidenote of, “shit, I’m even more fucked up than Cold, how dare this person compare him to me? He doesn’t deserve that insult!” indignance. 
Come to find out “neurodivergent” applies to several diagnoses and disabilities; it applies to most (any?) condition resulting from deviations in how the brain is wired...including mine. Apparently, I am neurodivergent. So is Cold. So many things make sense now. That Redditor was right and I had no idea.
 
That said...I’ve been editing a chapter of my novel with Boney M.’s “Rasputin” playing on repeat for...uh...an hour? ...or three? Because it’s stuck in my head? Okay, so maybe there were signs. Maybe. 

A very big birthday shout-out to WillowDarkling!  Happy Birthday, Neko-baby!    

May the fourth be with you all!

Happy Birthday!

The saddest little face in the world…


 

This day 6 years ago, I landed in New York, my first time in the US. Hard to believe it was that long ago. That trip was when I saw snow for the first time. That was very exciting. Although I soon realised what a pain in the arse it is.

This day 6 years ago, I landed in New York, my first time in the US. Hard to believe it was that long ago. That trip was when I saw snow for the first time. That was very exciting. Although I soon realised what a pain in the arse it is.

This day 6 years ago, I landed in New York, my first time in the US. Hard to believe it was that long ago. That trip was when I saw snow for the first time. That was very exciting. Although I soon realised what a pain in the arse it is.

This day 6 years ago, I landed in New York, my first time in the US. Hard to believe it was that long ago. That trip was when I saw snow for the first time. That was very exciting. Although I soon realised what a pain in the arse it is.