Smol Rhi, Big Mood

Dad gave me a pumpkin from his garden and also the means to become rightwise King of all England

Bus driver asked me if I had a gold card and I'm like...bruh I'm just tired ok

Rosencrantz gives absolutely no fucks about any severe weather. The blooms might be a bit battered but they're there and they make me happy.

RE: @AbsoluteMemery@tribe.net

Monster's primordial pouch holds the secrets of the unuverse

Fun shit nobody tells you about
1) Perimenopause when you have PMDD is like having the bastard MPreg lovechild of Jack the Ripper and Tyler Durden as the more preferable of your personality-types.
2) Punching your laptop does not make it work faster but it does make your hand work slower.

Point 2 may be correlated with point 1.

'But Rhi, HRT exists, you should try that' I hear you say. Dearest internet, I'm already on HRT to keep the PMDD under control. The doctor won't give me more bc 'it won't do anything'.

If anyone has a morally flexible vet that can do a quickie spey and doesn't mind payment in memes, hook me up.

RE: @AbsoluteMemery@tribe.net

Kerning matters, yo

Made my first ever ceramic tile a few weeks back as part of a friend's birthday. My hands are NOT steady and I underestimated how much colour I'd need for an even covering but I'm not ashamed? Also the nitrogens are janky as shit but in all fairness I had just woken up, so.

Also friends gave me a cute wooden fridge magnet for helping clear debris and refill their retaining wall after last week's storms pissed in everybody's weetbix. I'm giving it a bit more shape by rounding out the legs and chest, and I'll dremel in a bit of decoration in the body and tail, and maybe ink it as well? I'll see how it comes out after being dremelled and sanded.

My uterus is still trying to kill me, but I figure if I do crafts loud enough I won't be able to hear it? Perfect logic and I'll fight anyone saying different.

RE: @phil_stevens@mastodon.nz

'Rapa friends! Go do the thing 😊

I've lost count of the number of months that my uterus has actively tried to kill me with doom cramps, nausea, exhaustion, and the Depression-Rage-Anxiety.

My GPs (plural) over the years only know about a handful of times because I hate having to divert money from my food/rent budget to be told I can't possibly be experiencing what I'm experiencing because "yOu'Re On ThE pIlL".

Internet, I'm so fucking tired.

Tfw the perimenopause insomnia kicks in but you're also on ADHD meds so the lack of sleep only makes you more of a grumpy little shit but doesn't slow you down any 🫠

Rewatched the Animaniacs episode with Trump as Polyphemus and it just hit me now that the scene where he's using Odysseus as a loofah is almost a direct throwback to the bit in Gulliver's Travels with the Brobdignadian lady keeping Gulliver in her bodice.

Which is basically Jonathan Swift being spicy as fuck about the way rich people treat poor people and I'm absolutely here for this crossover.

Luteal phase video editing got me cussing like it's my day job. Honestly if I had one of those bleep-out censorship things there would be questions fron anyone in earshot about the morse code coming from my house. But it's ok, the gynaecologist can see me in 18 months about it so hopefully I don't murder anyone between now and then. They do call-outs to prison, y/y?