Author: peasantchick

publicschoolstories:

There’s someone who has their iPhone named “hot single horses in your area” and they airdrop people pictures of horses randomly. Nobody knows who it is. Once, during an assembly, the laptop that the projector was from had airdrop turned on, and in the middle of a presentation about bullying, it popped up in front of the entire school.
HOT SINGLE HORSES IN YOUR AREA WANTS TO SHARE AN IMAGE.
A picture of a horse, with text in bubble letters over it saying “available”

pain is weird. this is probably just my weird brand of deontology but i’m often mad at myself for just. being in pain. it’s like. like if my job in this life is to minimise suffering when i can. i’m doing a bad job of just that with just my own pain. painkillers are like a physical thing that i keep on me all day how am i still bad at this? how am i still putting myself through suffering, even small shit, when that’s basically the one rule i actually try to keep myself to. like i have one responsibility and i’m still negligent.

so all painkillers w codeine require a script now and ofc, i’ve lost my script. it could have fallen out of my partner’s bag. and i’m nearly out. so i have to spend all day tearing the house up tomorrow, as well as a friend’s birthday party, both of which are things i will likely need to consume the last of my painkillers to perform. and if i don’t find them i need to book an otherwise useless appointment w my doctor and basically waste his time and my energy. which is another thing i’ll need painkillers to do. like. its so fucking frustrating. it’s low level pain, and it’s very manageable in the context of chronic illness. but if i don’t manage it, i get to be in pain. that thing human beings tend to avoid at all costs