Current State 7/13/18

It’s Friday the 13th! Thirteen is one of my favorite numbers. Currently doing work stuff, listening to Puscifer in the head phones, thinking about tattoos. My next two tattoos are planned (one is even paid for, I just need some gas money, you know, if you want to donate some gas money, or buy some stuff, that would rock!) Then I want a banner with purple roses that says Deeds Not Words. It is not only one of the most important tenets of my life, it’s a suffragette thing. Then, I think I might actually want a Queen B tattoo, which is a Puscifer thing. I’ve never seriously considered a band tattoo before.

Tonight is a dancing night. Dancing nights make me happy. I’ve been paying a little more attention to my outfits and makeup, lately, just for me. I actually have days when I don’t completely hate my face, lately. I took a bunch of silly filtered selfies the other day, even. I know what I’m wearing tonight. Pretty sure about the makeup, unless I do something completely unlike me and go to Ulta and get something new. I suffer extreme guilt if I buy myself anything like that. I don’t even know if I’m going to see many people that I know tonight. While I am still maintaining conscious, chosen singlehood, there is someone I might not mind running into. I may have a tiny crush, of the basest most physical sort. I may not want to date, but I also am not up for the nunnery.

I’m in a pretty good mood. Life in dementia land will get it’s own post soon, It’s getting harder and harder to navigate.

I have quite a bit of stuff to take pictures of and put up for sale, mostly earrings. I’m having a hard time not becoming totally freaked out by trying to sell the stuff that I make. I’m keeping an eye out for smaller vendor opportunities and finding places that might carry it. Once upon a time, I had a partner in this venture, and he was supposed to do all of the peopley bits. He didn’t really. It was the first really big lie between us. That I know of, anyway. It’s back to being all mine now, so this time, the failure will be all mine, too. (I’m not that upset about it currently, it just causes me some anxiety.

So, yeah. Today, I’m better than most days.