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The girl never got back to me so I guess we’re not hanging out tomorrow? :/

I can’t message her again, sadly, I already double messaged. Even though I’m kind of worried because last time we didn’t have a real plan (well, we knew what but I told her to tell me what time would work) until I messaged like ???are we on for tomorrow or?? (and then that was when things got pushed back a day and she turned it so I had to pick a time) So the same thing could be going on now? Idk she seems so enthusiastic about hanging out but then?? I’m not sure what’s going on.

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As much as I always label things “my brain” and “brian junk,” I always feel it in my chest, and I visualize it as a sort of monster that lives in there– it looks like a little black fox, all curled up inside my ribs and around my heart. Except everything from its fur to its bones is liquid, a consistency somewhere between blood and tar. When it moves, it flows. In sleep, it settles into complete stillness, but when it wakes, it sloshes all round, trying to break out of its cage. My body knows there’s not supposed to be that much liquid crashing around my lungs. That’s why it feels like I’m drowning.

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WAIT a lot of you weren’t here for the original top secret dog sitting, so the story on that:

Back around Christmas my manager’s kennel was overbooked, so he needed someone to take care of his dogs. I’m a good kid, I wasn’t going anywhere for the holidays, he asked me. All was well.
EXCEPT. One of the higher bosses heard, and while she didn’t say it couldn’t happen, she said no one should know, with the implication that it’s ~impure fraternization~ because he’s a dude and I’m a girl. WHICH IS HILARIOUS BECAUSE IGNORING THE FACT THAT I AM A GIANT LESBIAN, dog sitting means he’s *not even there*