Hugs all of you.

That’s really all I can say.

Yes. I can see this.

I think the worst part about this is that I (with my brain spiciness) puts a lot of faith into people telling me how they are my friends. Now I have to trust that because fucking hell, I can’t read emotions for shit. Everything is DANGER.

Sadly, it also means I don’t notice when people are actually shitty to me and toxic until they do something SO fucked up that I’m like… Hey, why do you keep setting my head on fire? That’s not nice.

The flip side of this? People also assume I might be doing something sneaky or manipulative to “get them”. I can tell you that if I do something petty, it’s pretty obvious. Hell, I don’t even do practical jokes much. 😀

The worst part about this whole spiced ham brain? When people who are supposed to love and protect you are more into hurting you, you are CONVINCED it must be something you’ve done wrong or if you could just explain it a different way then they’d understand.

No. They’re just being mean. And it hurts even more when you realize it.

There is no space in the “normal” world for people on the spectrum. We know this. I know this. It’s just a matter of us waking up every morning and deciding if we have the energy to fight ALL the battles or just some of them.

Well the weather has snapped cold… which is a lie in Florida because it’ll be summer again in a couple of days. Fall likes to play hide and go seek here. So does the internet. But eventually it all works out.

One of the most frustrating things in moving to a different state is doing all the adult things like get a new license and register your car in the state. I had all my paperwork from California and was ready to change Tengu over to Florida when the Florida DMV said; Wait, yes you have this year’s registration but we also need last year’s or you have to pay sales tax on your car… which we don’t know the value of so can you give us a bill of sale?

Um… no. Because that was back in 1989. And I don’t keep prior year’s registration cards. They don’t hold any special meaning to me. Who saves those? Well California DMV was nice and said; here you can print this out to show them that you’ve owned the car since Aquanet but really we’re kind of at a loss for words because … who keeps old registration papers?

Oh, and I have the title.

Everyone was very nice but it is just… perplexing.

So of course I got a Starbucks on the way home.

All of that being said… I’m going to hit up a Dunkin because they have ube macchiattos.

It’s the little things that make me happy.

Badger is NOT happy because I kicked him off the couch to swap out the foam inserts. The ones that came with it were rock hard and well, our bodies are all connected and the stress on my outer muscles was twisting severe pain into my core. The new foam is a bit squisher and not as high so there’s less tension on my knees too.

All of that tension now lives in Badger and he’s glaring at me from across the room.

I care not.

I might have to go find a Truck and Treat event to participate in since I need to throw candy at little kids and sadly, I am now in the boonies and that won’t happen. So I shall have to search that out.

What are all of your plans for Halloween? And what was your fave candy / treat to get when you went to terrorize the neighbours on Halloween?

Just very busy.

New job. Finalizing the house stuff so I can finish moving in…

So I’ll have space to write!

When I’m not dodging hurricanes.

Seriously. WTF is with this shit? I’m supposed to be on the safe side of this cliff.

This is one of my favourite foods. You can also do this with salmon but butterfish is…. *chef’s kiss*… the best.

I have no idea why I fell down this rabbit hole but here I am.

Will I ever own one of these? No. But am I invested in the tiny thicc queenie frog who refuses to eat? Yes.

One of the biggest things that I have discovered through this entire onslaught is that my body and mind do not talk. And right now my brain is extremely pissed off because my body insists on using all of its energy to do silly things like heal up internal rearrangement and continue to heal what seems like an endless amount of surgical sites. My torso looks like I lost a fight with a paintball machine and the scar sites still itch and are painful at times.

And my brain is angry about that because there is shit I want to do in my body is unwilling to do those things.

Life still goes on and I am nearly at the point of being able to move into the new cottage. What I really need to do is purchase a couch because I did not bring my old couches with me. They were rather old and had seen better days so it did not make much sense to move them across country to fit into a space that might be too small for them.

All that being said what I really want to do is buy a purple or orange couch. I have no idea why I am overcome with this desire but apparently that is something that is a requirement. More than likely it is because it allows me to exert some kind of control over my life in a moment when I feel like life is happening to me rather than me guiding it.

I have a lot of those moments. And I am also mature and understand that there will be instances when my stubbornness and contrariness invoke an unwavering desire for something stupid.

So we shall see what kind of purple couch I am able to find. I do have several on my watchlist but mostly I’m looking for something that will be comfortable and I can clean Cat hair off of easily.

So if you have a desire, tell me about the one thing in your house you looked at and said that needs to come home with me. You know a cat or dog doesn’t count because who doesn’t want to fill their house with animals?

Okay, I love Hawai’i Pickle Lady and today she’s got a process for mango ice cream which I can also see being able to use other fruits (and even ube). I seriously want to try this.