I have had my Facebook account deactivated for all but about 3 months of the last two years. I hate it. It’s too intrusive and I finally decided to delete it.
I made a non-facebook affiliated messenger account, which was fine until I tried to sign in to a second device. I then got a message that my account was permanently banned. I couldn’t make a new account with the same phone number either. I only have one cell phone number.
At that point I had to grab my old account I wanted to delete to all talk to my friends. Ugh.
I set about deleting all personal info from my Facebook profile – changed my name, deleted thousands of photos and tags.
Then I find out that on a computer, or thru the android app, or through my phone browser, I can’t delete any photos that used to be profile pictures. And I can no longer deactivate my account. The option just isn’t there.
I ended up making a new account under an assumed name on Facebook, putting no personal info in it, locking down all the privacy as much as possible, adding the people I want to talk to on messenger, and deleting the Facebook app. No friend requests will be accepted on Facebook and I won’t be joining or liking anything to remain as incognito as possible.
Its super frustrating that once Facebook gets its claws into you, it does not want to ever let go. Grrr!
Tonight Tejony was out back, chasing rabbits. He was having a great time. It’s one of his favorite activities.
Then he ran full tilt into one of these.
This resulted in an 8″ gash behind his front leg through all the skin and down to the muscle. I could have put both my hands through it.
Obviously his next action was to get loaded into the backseat of my mom’s truck and off to the emergency vet. He was there until almost midnight, but they got him patched up with a lot of stitches, iv fluids, and meds.
When he got home, my mom and I helped him onto my bed and I put a shirt on him.
I’m pretty sure my mom will be taking tomorrow off work, and I be trying to sleep while kinda keeping an eye on my poor boy.
It was a total freak accident. Nobody would have seen this coming. A literal almost thousand dollar accident. Ugh.
I had a really busy day Tuesday. The pups woke me up at 6am,so I got a whole 4 hours of sleep. Not a great start, but I saw my check came in, so I paid mom rent, and headed into town at 830 to get to the bank when it opened. I withdrew most of the remaining money, deposited about 2/3rds into my other account, and picked up my prescriptions. Amazingly they were actually ready so there was no wait.
From there I dropped off a couple bags of donations at Goodwill.
I paid all my bills, except the phone bills which I had cash for, and drove over to Verizon to find out they don’t open until 11am. Decided to drive over to the hospital and see about donating blood because that usually takes a while. I filled out the paperwork and the lady stuck me, and ten minutes later I was drinking my juice.
I grabbed a chicken sandwich at McDonald’s after that and drank lots of water. Then I went over to Verizon and paid my bills. I’m pretty sure the manager there was flirting with me. He was cute too. I went and put gas in the car next.
I went by Your Favorite Tattoo next because I wanted to ask a question about pricing on a piece of flash I saw when I was in there getting pierced last month. Found out it was affordable, and then this happened.
He’s on the front of my upper thigh and about the size of a deck of cards.
I was tattooed by Charlie G., who also happens to be an apprentice but he’s got a great light hand and his lines and shading are top notch.
I contacted him about adding some other characters to it over the next six months so I’m hoping he says yes. 🙂
After leaving Your Favorite Tattoo, I did some grocery shopping and went home.
I’m cleaning again. I keep finding ancient food that’s literally covered in millimeters of dust that goes straight to the garbage. I threw away about ten tiny, never opened jars of jellies, fancy mustards, and other spreads that expired in 1996. I threw away a bunch of the reusable shopping bags because we literally have so freaking many and nowhere to put them.
I found more things to donate, and a few things to return. The back seat of my car is slowly filling up with things to be dropped off at Goodwill. I’ve added some clothing to the pile, stuff that didn’t get worn much because it didn’t fit quite right and I should have returned them.
I’ve done multiple loads of laundry including my sheets and pillowcases, so my bed is fresh and clean. I put away everything that I washed, and in my cleaning, I found a few articles of clothing I thought were missing.
Tomorrow I’ll continue cleaning up, and Wednesday my check should be in so I can go grocery shopping, pay bills, and finally take the vacuum in to be repaired. I’m looking forward to vacuuming again.
Yesterday I met with the nice lady at the Department of Rehabilitation and we got things moving. She put in a referral for me with Foster’s, who will put me through the ringer in a few weeks to help find out just what I would be good at. It’s 5 full days of testing, interviews, questions… To check out every aspect of my work ethic, abilities, stamina, and beyond. I’m excited, but I also terrified because Omg what if I curl up and die midway through the testing?
But I’m trying not to dwell on that. In a couple weeks, it’ll happen, and it’s going to hopefully go smoothly.
She also gave me a few leads to follow up on on my own. One is the aerospace program at AVC and I also going to look into what it takes to become a professional piercer.
After that, I went by my therapist’s office to sign some papers, and I agreed to become a member of the advisory committee for the Department of Mental Health. Eek! If it’s too much for me or I hate it, I can always drop out, and it’s only once a month.
Crazy dream time, guys!
I was on this huge mall planet on a vacation with my mom for 2 weeks. But 2 weeks anywhere can get boring, and a giant mall planet definitely can. I got 4 new tattoos. I knew everyone. I was ready to redecorate the camp bathroom. I finally ditched my cell phone and ran off with a bored couple (woman and man) for some consentual non-consent play, abduction play, paired with shoplifting, a road trip and some wild sci-fi twists I don’t really remember.
Then I was literally grabbed out of the back of the van by alien gods who were going to kill me. They failed the first time so now they were gonna do it for real. I was terrified.
Then Thor. Motherfucking glorious beautiful Thor dropped out of the heavens and fucking saved me. It was all a plan to surprise me for my birthday. Chris Hemsworth then stripped out of his Thor costume and we went jogging and then swimming and then I woke up.
I’ve never been so disappointed to wake up. He was amazing. And gorgeous. And nice. So fucking nice. Omg.
I’ve tried a few mood tracking apps but never stuck with any of them, or really loved them. A few days ago I found Daylio. I love it. It’s freaking genius and you can record so much information in a few seconds with just a couple taps of your screen.
Here’s a few screen grabs from the app. I did pay for the upgraded version to get all the features so the free version doesn’t do all of this, but it’s a couple bucks well-spent I think.
This is the overview screen. You can see what your day’s mood was and what activities you marked off. You can also see any notes you made on that day.
This is from the settings menu. You can add new moods, activities, and change the time of day the app reminds you to record your day. I have it set for 8pm but you can easily edit entries later if you’d like, or even make multiple entries on one day.
In the upgraded version, you can add new moods. I’ve added a few beyond the basic 5 it comes set up with.
You can also add activities to the app. These could be anything and there are tons of icons to choose from.
In the paid version, there’s also an option to export your moods and activities into a file so you could easily share how you’ve been doing with a health care professional.
Basically, I love this app. It’s easy to use, even easier to change to suit your needs, and so quick to input your day. And it’s a great way to keep track of how you’re actually spending your time each day!
Many years ago, I took first semester German at my local junior college. I did really well, and I took to it like a duck to water. Well, like most ducks to water. Our black duck is afraid of water.
Anyway, I recently downloaded the Duolingo app and started doing the work for German and Spanish. Our next door neighbor, the wife, she doesn’t speak English and I don’t speak Spanish and I would like to talk to her. 🙂
I also bought courses in both languages in Udemy and while I’ve only watched the first class video in the first German class (the alphabet) I think it’s going to be helpful. The teacher only speaks German in the lessons, but uses illustrations and things to help you understand. That’s a lot like my classroom instruction was.
I also joined a chat for German language learners (a club on the Duolingo app) and had fun king to another learner!
I feel like a child trying to communicate but it’ll get better!
Did I ever tell you I got a gosling and some ducklings? They’re big now, about half-grown and nearly fully feathered.
The ducklings are shy but Gertrude is pretty friendly. If you pick her up, she’ll give you kisses.
From left to right, is Gertrude, two unnamed ducks, and Duck-Duck. Oh, and one photo bombing rooster.
I was browsing the internet (okay, one specific site and if you’re a member you’ll know which one) and I came across a fetish on someone’s profile.
to be spanked until you cry
This made my brain light up all the dopamine receptors because holy crap. This is my kink.
There’s a lot of “kinky” (I put kinky in quotes cause it really is subjective) things I would like to try, and quite a few I’m into, but this one is pretty non-sexual.
I strongly prefer a bare-bottom and bare-handed spanking, (I want that harsh, hot sting) hard enough to leave me shaking and in tears. After that I just want to be cuddled until I fall asleep. It’s a pretty simple thing, but most people won’t use enough force to put me in that place. That delicious, floaty, warm place.
It’s not as simple as just finding someone to do it though. I need to know that you know me well enough to judge what I need and how to administer it. And you need to be able to actually strike me hard enough to get the job done. I also need to have trust in you that you’ll take the time to offer aftercare and coddle me a bit afterwards.
That second bit is tough to get from a lot of vanilla people because they don’t understand that pain can be a really beautiful thing. And I get it. Plenty of people don’t like pain. Plenty of people don’t get turned on by it. I do. I love it.