October 6th, 2025 - Goodbye Batpods

Since Liz left I’ve been late for work. Both of which I was waiting for someone else. It’ll still look bad. Work doesn’t see the reasoning, only the time I came in. There was a car in front if mine this morning. Only when it was moved did I remember I could move it myself. AND THEN A MF TRIED TO MURK ME AT THE ROUNDABOUT. I AM SO FUCKING SICK OF DUMB DUMB IDIOT STUPID POO FACES NOT KNOWING HOW TO USE ONE!!)! Go somewhere else, take a different street, I’m not tryna die because you don’t know how to Drive.

I’m tired, I’m not exactly thrilled about anything today. I have to be Liz this whole week. Dogshit. I’m late. Dogshit. I’m giving Drez my old phone and losing some of my voice memos. Dogshit. Nuria is gonna bother me about Sara. Dogshit. I still have to fix my airpods. Dogshit. I’m not gonna get a full workout in. Dogshit.

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I’m telling you, these late check ins and long lunches are gonna start something. Uhm-! I didn’t do anything today. Like, I didn’t really get anything done beyond me serving. I served breakfast and sandwiches but I didn’t prepare shii today. And Annjelette I feel did all the work. I need to step my shit up. I think however, I am allowed Lee way. I’ve always said I could do everyone’s job except Liz’s. And I stand by that.

I was able to get a full workout at the gym. We started late and I only really did an hour but it was a full hour. My arms feel sore in a good way, my calves burn from jumping all weekend. Good ish.

Drizzy wants to merge Friendsgiving with James’ Bday. I’m not opposed, though it does clash with my plans. I texted Shy asking about it, if she doesn’t get back by Wednesday I’m just gonna keep Friendsgiving the same. I also got the green light from Middeth to plan his Bday Dec 6th. I should be able to grab discounted seats for our friends. He would like Dennis there, I already feel like it’s gonna be me or him. Drez even asked about that, if he wanted to invite Dennis and I to the same event, would I have a problem? I told him my truth, I have no issue with Dennis. I already know that we’re not going to interact and I’ll do my best to not be awkward but it is a little jarring to see the corpse of my best friend walking around like he doesn’t know me. Beyond that, he’s your friend too, you should be able to bring him around. He doesn’t share the same mentality but he’s also not an adult so….

Anyway! Plan Middeth, Plan Friendsgiving, go on a 2nd date with Sara.

Georgia texted, I need to read Frankenstein immediately. This is a time sensitive quest. BUY FRANKENSTEIN TOMORROW AND READ IT ALL.

Apple is a garbage company. I don’t know what happened to my AirPods (beyond them getting squished) but the case is no longer connected to my apple account and now the left AirPod doesn’t want to connect to the case. It looks like the 3 year run is over. Which FUCKING SUCKS. You don’t understand, my typed words cannot convey the pain I feel for this. I get that it’s just a piece of technology that can be replaced and of course I’m justified in my anger that the thing isn’t working. But-! These were one of my most cherished things in this life. These were a gift from two of my closest friends. With one of them no longer in my life I really loved having them always on me, having them as a permanent reminder of when things were good. To replace them is- dreadfully painful. If it were anything else I could repair it but Apple is so stupid and fucking idiotically asshole-ish that I have to throw the whole thing away. Fuck you. I’m glad Steve jobs is dead. Dumb fuck. Let’s kill the next one too. Anyway, sad.

I- I’m really tired. Something-? I’m sleepy. Goodnight, I love you!

—— Addendum

It seems that no matter how long it’s been, I always have some tears left to cry. For you. Only for you.

 I hope you can see me one day and not feel your stomach tighten, I hope my name can come up and you don’t think the worst. I hear your name and I flinch, I see every second with you in an instant. I never know whether to smile or cry; I do neither. I see you in pictures and sometimes my blood boils. Other times I’m left empty, and other times still I feel no ways at all. Like looking at a stranger. I wish you the best but I don’t miss you. I hope you’re well.