dargi_dargon @dargi_dargon@queer.party

don't like the dream you're having? go to sleep in the dream and you can dream of yourself dreaming a better dream

had another dream where I was, for some reason, driving a big heavy van with bad brakes through traffic patterns that involved several nefarious lane switches, u-turns, and Illegal Traffic Maneuvers only to find out that I never needed to leave my original parking space, and the whole ordeal made me just want to go back to bed (in the sleeping compartment inexplicably located directly above the cab) despite the fact that i was already asleep irl

"im a self-described 'contrarian bastard'" oh ok you're a gaslighting liar who needs a stompin

throw every contrarian into a volcano

I would gladly deal with hypothermia if it meant I could stop feeling my life fluid seeping out of all my pores

nothing like a grueling 9 hour shift in a stuffy warehouse with no ventilation or AC and people keep stealing your only fan and getting shitty with you when you confront them and retrieve it

how about: not so hot

I am a sweaty betty

it is always dangerous to trust a white dude with an easy smile

me: *listening to coworkers 'discover' non-binary pronouns*

them: but I don't know ANYONE who identifies as non-binary

me: well you know at least one

them: wait, really? who is it? WHO IS IT?!

me, staring at them with a look of sheer disbelief: really

I. am. so. sweaty.

goddamn tho I just want to cry. which, since having hrt yanked out from under me, is a rarity and usually noteworthy insofar as context is concerned. work was, has been, is, and will continue to be shit, and the people in charge are fuckwit meatheaded normies intent on driving us like nails. I'm losing steam and losing hope and i know i can't let go because I gotta get up for work tomorrow or starve to death. all I can do is be angry and go to work and continue being angry and want to cry.

the year is 2400. mediocre white dudes are still mediocre and hopelessly ignorant to their own worthlessness, but we don't let them run shit anymore

"gratitude doesn't pay my bills" is my new work catch phrase for anyone who fucks me over and thanks me afterwards for doing a good job anyway (bc i live in constant visceral fear of poverty, homelessness, and unemployment which compels me to do "good work" even when I'd rather say "fuck off and do it yourself")

I am screaming

I feel like someone is sneaking into my room while i sleep and pumping me full of Sleepy Bitch Juice

is this the day I viciously murder all my coworkers? more at 10.