

I’ve honestly been considering trying to find a race ar bed that’ll fit a queen size mattress.
I’ve honestly been considering trying to find a race ar bed that’ll fit a queen size mattress.
I sure do love being a wage slave in the good ol US of A.
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Thank you so much
Today I’m anxious, exhausted, and struggling with my self-worth. Honestly might just go to bed early and try to sleep it off
I don’t use biometrics for anything.
Holy shit that’s wild. Is BMI good for anything, then? Or does it need abandoned?
I hate BMI. I am working on losing weight, but I am gaining muscle at the same rate I’m losing fat, so my weight has hardly changed. None of my clothes fit anymore and I am much slimmer, but still considered obese. I’m not even weighing myself regularly at this point. I’m just going by how I look and feel and my clothes size.
Shit, it’s been 2 years already? Damn. I still get bummed over RiF when I think about it.
People are surprised that I’m really good with horses. I’m a very short, timid person, but I can handle the huge animals with ease.
I shattered my ankle, separated my tibia and fibula, and broke a different part of my fibula. All in one moment. How, you ask? By stepping outside. My dog pulled too hard on her leash and I stumbled and twisted my ankle in just the right way. Got a fancy Maisonneuve fracture that had to be surgically fixed.
What a day to be literate.
He also wants you to pet him. He LOVES people.
He is named after Radar O’Reilly! My goldendoodle is named Rosie, after the character who owns the bar in MASH.
Me except I’ll be 28 in 2 months. People constantly remind me how I’m getting closer to 30.
Like stop pls. I didn’t sign up for this whole aging thing and it sucks
I’m getting major surgery in two weeks and I’ll be on short term disability for an entire month afterwards. I’m honestly really looking forward to the time off, even if it’ll be full of physical suffering. My burnout outweighs the physical trauma of having nearly all of my reproductive organs removed.