Plastic on the Furniture and Tupperware Parties

[jpegghost]

Midterms have come and gone and filled me with the typical sense of doom and gloom that makes me want to drop out, quit my job, and never leave my bed again. Not having all As has demoralized me, with a grading system where a 75 is a failing grade. Mortuary school is apparently as rigorous as nursing school, who'd have thought. I just want to lay down and not get up BUT I CAN'T because I have bills to pay and sick leave doesn't include mental illness. Or at least, to my boss it doesn't. For a funeral director she lacks a severe amount of empathy.

When I get into these moods it's like there's no good in the world and I forget what happiness is, then when I'm actually okay 8 - 14 business days later, I forgot what it's like to actually be depressed and am on a high. I have short term memory loss for my own emotions. I mostly kept to myself at work with Death Certificates and filing with the state, occasionally sneaking in schoolwork when the time allowed.

Alex has baited me with dreams of being a house-husband on his fat healthcare salary (6+ figures?!) and it's all I want to do now since I'm already incredibly domestic. I've been fantasizing about our house during all seasons of the year since I like to celebrate for every holiday. It is a family tradition to go ballistic decorating, even if it's just Thanksgiving. I really hope we will be able to move in a few months, I want to celebrate Halloween with him since I always go berserk for Halloween. Spiderwebs! Bats! Black cats! Those weird pumpkin-headed men you put on your porch that are filled with bags of leaves!

And yes, I said house. House prices have dropped tremendously, and you can rent a little studio apartment or rent a little 2 bedroom house for about the same price. We want a backyard for his shiba inu and the upcoming puppy in August, too, and not to have to deal with terrible neighbors (Prostituting goes on in the apartment next to mine, which I don't really care about because get your money girl, but they litter EVERYWHERE and I find used condoms, rotten blunts, and all kinds of crap trailing from their door to the parking lot on a weekly basis).

I don't have anything else to add so check this shit out:

Comments

[8hyenas]

YES! Another SIGN! I can def see this one peeling and dilapidated in the wind as I walk down the interstate with all of my belongings on my back.

HOUSE HUSBAND. You don't know me well enough yet, because I've just been a Mess on here lately, but I LOVE houses. I mean, my house is the best. But houses are where it is AT. Homes. Homes, with pillows and plants. Whew. Tearing up.

[jpegghost]

What great imagery! Bucc-Ees is a Texas staple that at first I didn't understand, but when I had to drive 3 hours away for a fucking apostille, seeing the great Bucc-Ees in the distance was like an oasis in a desert. Sooo much brisket and jerky and prickly pear soda. Imagine the joy of finding that mid-Apocalypse, walking from state to state!

I love homes and want to own one so bad. I desperately want a backyard to plant a garden in, and I want a bigger bathroom and WAY bigger kitchen. Maybe an island in the kitchen?! Room for a bar?! A victory garden?! Imagine!

Speaking of gardens, I hope those green beans / lettuces of yours are doing well!

[dark_phoenix54]

You need a house with a PORCH! It's the best for decorating, especially for Halloween! I wish we had a porch so much.

[jpegghost]

Most of the houses around here have porches. I love them! I've never had a porch before; I want to put a swing on it!

[8hyenas]

They are okay. Kinda weedy right now but okay. I know your user name suggests otherwise, but I will be damned if I can easily embed photos into dreamwidth. I've done it TWICE and I nearly DIED. That's why I ignore all your photo requests. It's not because I'm a private person (ha). My instagram right now is me in my bondage safety mask I shall wear to work. SAFELY.

[jpegghost]

HEH that explains it. Don't worry about it, I don't mind. It's a massive task to embed anything in Dreamwidth and I only do it to break up my insane ramblings. I don't have an instagram because I can't stand the app and most of it's userbase : ( It feels so fake and curated to me

[8hyenas]

Yeah as a social media app it is very airbrushed. My acct is locked to less than 20 ppl and is just me and my RL friends and one nat'l geographic photographer who I followed and I think he thinks we might be related? But he follows me now for some reason and I get really smug when he likes my pics of mushrooms. I also follow those accounts that are just plants. Like the plant has an account and it's just them. Growing on video. That's the stuff.