no time to spare, gonna bring ‘er some

day 3 of my incidental, unasked-for 4-day weekend. i had been doing okay for my stomach until friday night, when r and i went to get some japanese food and overate slightly. there’s something about the evening that like… my guts just kinda slow down and i have to give like 1-3 extra hours to digest stuff that in the morning i’d go through in an hour.

friday night driving around i explained the current work sitch to r and he had the most useful advice of anyone i’ve talked to so far. “unable to meet peak demand with current staffing” (self-explanatory) “context switching” (which is apparently a whole job to manage and make sure the ppl who have to do that are able to do so efficiently/effectively?) and “resolution” (the numbers our CFO cares about are too “zoomed out” to see the peaks and valleys that actually affect our performance/matter to our capacity)

what was also weird was like… it was harder to explain my work sitch to r smoothly than it was with my therapist. like when i was talking to her i was honestly impressed that i was able to abstract it that much for that long, and she seemed to understand. but maybe that’s just her being good at inferring shit from ppl who have wildly variable communication abilities. and also r kept like.. interrupting, sometimes for good reason. driving, moving between car and fred meyer, etc.

saturday…. we went closer downtown so i could buy some supplies more locally. i haven’t been in that area for a long time. it’s supposed to be this cool happening place but when i’m there it just feels dirty, uncomfortable, and difficult to get around. which i guess only means i haven’t like… ever ever used that as my stomping grounds. we got some good food and rushi got to try a couple of mexican places he hadn’t before. And Yet still had to eat a bunch of stuff later that night ughhhhh not my best idea. i didn’t even crave it that bad, it just….. sounded nice to have more tacos. to actually be satisfied by tacos and not just have a little teaser snack. Brain hunger, not stomach hunger. What do?

so hopefully today won’t turn out like that. i would like to be craftsy and giftsy. gotta be earlier about gifts this year ughhh

i’ve been listening to this playlist i made when feeling extremely horny and like… broadcasting that at the lab? bc work crush? all good songs, still slappin.

you know what’s nice? last weekend, in my journal, i basically @-ed my brain and was like look. this crush can’t go on. it’s bad for u. you’re gonna get hurt if you keep getting this high off this dude who isn’t your bf, even considering polyam things and how close i’ve come to talking to r about this. i tried to be thorough and thoughtful about it and filled up a page or two, then went to bed. and about three business days later, it was like a switch had flipped. like yes it took some processing energy but i don’t feel that same… weight of expectation on a stranger. not a stranger, i guess, but a new friend. and i would like very much to keep being his friend, i think. like yeah sure maybe polyam things later i guess, whatever, but i feel like i can be more reasonable about it all now. like i don’t have to have stupid infatuation-fueled ulterior motives for things i say and do in the lab. no more “i don’t want to get poked by your bones while i’m getting poked by your bones” even though they apparently found that very entertaining. that was a step too far for something as acoustically slutty as our office.

i’m also in a mood of wishing for glowy shit. r’s room is insufficiently glowy. i can’t believe the string lights i got from target already fuckin blew out in the living room. just completely fuckn dead. what’s the point of trying to make this house nicer if the electrical wiring is just gonna eat all my hard work?

dating r has made it easier to expect sex jokes that are…. making jokes out of sexual situations, as opposed to making a non-sexual situation sexual and that’s why it’s funny. i think. it’s hard to fully GrAsP(TM) it’s not…. what i wanted or expected but seems like a useful skill. i guess.

oh, right. we finally get around to the thing i meant to use this post to think through xD somewhere in this whole work crush thing, some of my libido regarding rushi has changed. i think it was already changing before anyway, tbh? it’s not like this thing made a switch flip off in my brain. but like… i’m more likely to not want to go from 0 to 60. need more time to work up to things. and it’s about damn time, you know? god forbid i be wary of you grabbing for my nip-nops when for so long, it’s been a fucking joke to you to get a reaction out of me and then go do something else, completely unaffected and uninterested. it’s a rare fucking treat to have felt attracted to someone else where there’s like… potential to not be treated that way. for both ppl to feel electricity and passion and not turn it into a fucking joke. it’s cute and nice that you actually told me with your mouth that you “want some fucky” yesterday. that might actually be the first fucking time you’ve said you wanted sex. with me. although you didn’t say that part. but at least it was somewhat implied.

i guess maybe that’s something i could stand to share with him directly. maybe. fuck, i don’t know. this one time doesn’t make him higher libido or more interested in me. i could see it deepening a rift, too. or like… not exactly that, but…. kind of like that.

it’s a good thing i chose this domain name because what’s more fitting a title for a sad horny person? pwease fill my holes uwuwuwuwuwuuwuwuwwuwuw they’re taking over evewything uwuwuwu yeah.

leave the rest at arm’s length

successfully left this to the last minute this weekend when it was one of the first things i wanted to do. i sincerely hope i can still make something of it.

*locks door behind me, ostensibly to protect from pressure changes popping it open, but actually so r can’t walk in unannounced*

today I deep cleaned. my favorite weekend activity lmaoooooo. other people who are around and have been around were on kitchen 2 + living/dining, and I vacuumed and swept floors for them, in addition to emptying the dish rack TWICE and emptying the dishwasher after ppl left it there for literally days. pretty sure either me or r was the last ones to empty it. THEN after doing other ppl’s chores so that i could wash my own fucking dishes, I came in here, tidied up, vacuumed the floor, finished folding my laundry, and then dove into deep cleaning the closet, which has been a chest-high trash pile for at least a month now.

oh shit my therapist sent me a schema questionnaire and i need to fill it out by wednesday, need to not forget to do that.

it’s like… medium improved in here. i feel like at least my sad little corner mess is a lot better to look at now. r needs to fucking take care of his clothing chair tho. it’s getting out of hand.

this sitting position is making me worse at typing and thinking but idk where else to go

hmm ok this is slightly better/more ergonomic but also kinda far from my face. good use of speakers tho.

listening to my 2012 bad-at-polyam playlist and really getting yote back. i don’t know if i would be any better at that situation now, tbh, or y’know, one similar enough to bring out the same feelings but not exactly the same. sometimes in the mornings w r, i think i might be getting better at letting myself think about what i want and not just uh. desperately hoping for scraps. it’s nice to be at a point where the tables have turned. even if now what i want is so much more like…. bland than the extremes i would have wanted a long time ago. the usual escalator.

this weekend i’ve been having feelings of not being able to fit in with the housemates. they’re right there, having fun, interesting conversation… and i have nothing to say. it’s like “oh yeah i know about that haha” but i don’t actually have anything to say about it. and i’m low-key frustrated enough about all the cleaning and stomach issues i’m having that when a housemate comes into the kitchen, i’m not always personally interested in striking up a convo like everything is a-ok.

ugh, meal planning for gerd. yet another thing i haven’t gotten to yet this weekend. two hours left to do it all, basically. brushies and oatmeal and packing for work and lunch for tomorrow??? and trying to feel like i wrote literally anything of substance here instead of bouncing around trying to stay safe while expressing myself on the internet, god damn.

how about… friday at work. Despite everything, it left a bad taste in my mouth. I can’t help but feel I’m a pawn in a game between the two of them. I would like to be actual friends—and sometimes I even foolishly think we all are acting that way—and then i hear them speaking to each other really quietly and it’s like *oh*. Never mind. Or when I’m leaving for the weekend and I say bye and neither of them even hear me because they’re already too busy chatting w each other after spending a whole hour apart while he’s checking orders or w/e on the other side, jfc.

am i really that stupid though? like. literally nothing this week has seemed like the behavior of someone who gives a shit about me. he’s never looking for me, if that makes sense. why would someone who feels that way (or, i guess, doesn’t feel that way) go all the fuck out of their way to give me a hug out of the blue? that was such an unexpected escalation. but what i want it to mean and the rest of his behavior… don’t really mesh. so maybe it was just some surprisingly physical sympathy after a medium-intensity department meeting. i don’t know and i don’t know how to get it through to the rest of my brain to let it the fuck go. nothing else he’s done has ever been… at me. i don’t think he sees me that way.

oh AND if that wasn’t enough, his lame-ass response to my txgiv invite! “i’m not sure, i’ll have to check my schedule” says the man who was not too long ago complaining of spending most holidays in recent memory ALONE. So on the scale of preferred companionship, my house is below being forever alone??? Is that what I’m supposed to take away from that? And then when I said it was at noon, he immediately latches onto that as another reason he can’t—toooo earlyyyyyyyy… like bitch you and I get up at 4:45 and 5am respectively. what the fuck are you talking about. if you don’t want to come, just fucking say so.

so like… everything all together…. i like being in the lab when it’s dark, i like playing high-energy/fun/funny music, I like being in a group of people where i can make jokes and we make each other laugh… but I end up feeling like I’m putting more of myself into a situation than either of them. that they’re not exactly… present with me like i thought. probably fucking each other actually.

i wish i were a more likeable, worthwhile person. i really thought he was funny and smart and that we had stuff in common, even if he was kind of a dick sometimes. i thought we could be friends, but it doesn’t seem like he cares enough to be honest with me or like… see me, or be interested in me as a person.

which is like… my immediate desire is to withdraw. if you’re not going to put in effort, then i feel hurt and don’t want to put in effort either. but if i don’t put in effort… i feel like it’s so much more visible, for some reason. i struggle to find a happy medium. i don’t know what it looks like. once i’ve injected all this personality into our interactions, i don’t know how to take it out. and being chatty with coworkers is so much easier than doing my own work.

what sounds nice is like… getting there early enough tmrw morning that i can be the one on counting. ugh fuck am i opening? is the manager there?? yes, and no. so yeah getting there early will give me a chance to center myself in the space and also mentally.

i used to write so…. romantically. and i really can’t take myself seriously like that anymore. it’s kinda wild. i can’t even imbue a fuckin dictionary with significance, these days, let alone my own life. (eyyyyyyyyy gottem)

now 1 hour left. r said he’s taking care of morning oats, so that’s good.

i bought 4 each of white and black mesh sport shirts from costco. i want to make one into a wrap crop top, one with some like… patches or embroidery on it, one with parts cut out near the collar to give it a “strappy” asymmetrical look

probably time to switch gears. god we ate starting at like 7 and i still feel undigested whyyy

oh shit food and like. groceries.

i spent all this time writing about it, but i’m still excited/nervous/something to see him tomorrow. when ya gonna get that there’s nothing for you there bro :/

p.s. on a much better note, r and i were cooking and cleaning in the kitchen, and nick cave was playing. O Children came on and we both like. turned to each other at the same time to slow dance in the kitchen and make out and stuff. and turned out the lights and kept dancing. it was pretty perfect.

holy shit wp shut the fuck up

oh you KNOW as soon as I start actually typing that’s when R’s gonna get back home from his walk.

typing on a new keyboard woop woop it feels rly nice and is also very cute

on my day off this week, most of my day was spent doing back-end updates for this bitch and like. making trouble and then having to fix it.

ooo low ipad angle + keyboard case = much better viewing angle

i’m writing in here specifically because of work crush. ahhh yes there the fuck is r. please go be elsewhere.

my syncope is back in a big way. lots of dizziness and even a few minutes of chest pain this morning. it’s so fucked up to wake up dizzy. not even opening your eyes yet but just coming to and you’re dizzy lying down as (otherwise) comfortable as can be

and that was it for last night lol