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clevermanka) wrote2019-12-17 06:46 am
clevermanka) wrote2019-12-17 06:46 am
Signs of age
Y'all really need to check out all these cosplay posts.
This art keeps popping up on my Tumblr dash and someone please remind me the name of the wonderful series with the blue bathrobe because I am closing in on 50 (real fuckin' fast) and although I re-read one of the installments like, two weeks ago, even the author name escapes me and I am ashamed but what's a soul to do? Post-menopausal brain is a drag, friends.
Speaking of old person problems, does anyone had advice for getting mothball/thrift store smell out of clothes? A local friend gave me a potential dress for NYE but oh my gosh does it stink. No way can I wear this thing out dancing. I've run it through the wash twice (the second time with half a box of baking soda), soaked it twice (Woolite and the rest of the box of baking soda), and have had it hanging in open air for four days now with very little to no improvement. Do I just need to hang this thing in the garage for a year and maybe wear it for 2021? I'd rather smell like a mechanic than mothballs...
This is the first morning I haven't awakened with a headache since Saturday, so that's nice. Any of y'all get weather-related headaches? Good times. Hopefully the current winter storm is over. Not sure how much snow we got, but I'd say four or five inches which is (well, used to be) rare for this part of the world. Who knows what normal weather is now? Ha ha ha!
Struggling with what I suspect is some low-grade depression. And the desire to snog someone senseless is still...there. I think these things are related. *cough* It's an interesting thing, being a (for all intents and purposes related to sexy times) single woman in middle age. Especially one who is still mostly housebound. It's nice to think about eventually being more active and meeting people I might want to fool around with, but...who knows if that will ever happen? *emoji shrug* Anyway. It's an interesting thing to observe. I realize the fact that I've never experienced this before means I've been very very spoiled in my life. If my essay-writing brain ever returns to me, I'm gonna have a hell of a memoir.
But! In happy news, I finally washed my hair and can give the official stamp of approval for this cut/stylist. Pic in a comment bc I'm too lazy to make a cut.
This art keeps popping up on my Tumblr dash and someone please remind me the name of the wonderful series with the blue bathrobe because I am closing in on 50 (real fuckin' fast) and although I re-read one of the installments like, two weeks ago, even the author name escapes me and I am ashamed but what's a soul to do? Post-menopausal brain is a drag, friends.
Speaking of old person problems, does anyone had advice for getting mothball/thrift store smell out of clothes? A local friend gave me a potential dress for NYE but oh my gosh does it stink. No way can I wear this thing out dancing. I've run it through the wash twice (the second time with half a box of baking soda), soaked it twice (Woolite and the rest of the box of baking soda), and have had it hanging in open air for four days now with very little to no improvement. Do I just need to hang this thing in the garage for a year and maybe wear it for 2021? I'd rather smell like a mechanic than mothballs...
This is the first morning I haven't awakened with a headache since Saturday, so that's nice. Any of y'all get weather-related headaches? Good times. Hopefully the current winter storm is over. Not sure how much snow we got, but I'd say four or five inches which is (well, used to be) rare for this part of the world. Who knows what normal weather is now? Ha ha ha!
Struggling with what I suspect is some low-grade depression. And the desire to snog someone senseless is still...there. I think these things are related. *cough* It's an interesting thing, being a (for all intents and purposes related to sexy times) single woman in middle age. Especially one who is still mostly housebound. It's nice to think about eventually being more active and meeting people I might want to fool around with, but...who knows if that will ever happen? *emoji shrug* Anyway. It's an interesting thing to observe. I realize the fact that I've never experienced this before means I've been very very spoiled in my life. If my essay-writing brain ever returns to me, I'm gonna have a hell of a memoir.
But! In happy news, I finally washed my hair and can give the official stamp of approval for this cut/stylist. Pic in a comment bc I'm too lazy to make a cut.
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If I didn't live in such a small town (and didn't have such a long and highly-social past here) I would absolutely be getting on an app, regardless of how awful everyone says they are. Alas, I can't even sit in a coffeeshop downtown without running into someone I know. Encountering those people on an app--some of whom might even be former grad students (shudder)--is horrifying to merely contemplate, much less attempt. XD
Maybe I'll encounter a beautiful stranger at the NYE party. Where I will hopefully not smell like mothballs.
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ETA: A friend of mine in Kansas City (about half an hour away) ran into her son on an app for cougars and knowing that can happen with a population of two million made me absolutely nope out what with my little burg of 95k.
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Finding people to make out with is not for the faint of heart. If I could send you a ZYL, I would.
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A ZYL (either Zhu Yilong or Zhao Yunlan) would be Very Welcome and put to Quite Good Use.
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And, in Lawrence, we all do know each other in some way. And, my work hours with commuting time are 11-12 hours/day and then I have kids half the week which takes those days out.
In otherwords, if you find the answer, let me know.
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