Pathetic, hypocrite, righteous, faschist sexist pig faggot motherfucking bastard. Fucking perkele. I don't care about your language but I just keep on tossing it around in my twat like a lingonberry... (Kalevala reference)

Should’ve worn sandals to the doctor’s. I’d been quietly worried about some odd discoloration hanging around for a couple of years — not fungus, apparently. The skin doctor didn’t seem alarmed. Just intrigued. They numbed the area and cut off a small piece to send for testing. I’ll hear back later. Felt strange for about an hour, but it’s settled now. Might get sore. It’s leaking a bit — red juice — and I’ll have to rewrap it tomorrow. No peeling the bandages off. The written aftercare instructions were stressed as the most important part. (This is Finland — the big question is always: “When can I go back to the sauna?” scoffs)

Also went shopping.
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Picked up golden brown hair dye, toothpaste, a brow pencil, coco beach-scented hand sanitizer, €1 plasters, deodorant, and a Scrubmommy. Had a salmon Caesar salad and a glass bottle of Pepsi Max. Dropped off my little body fragment at the lab, then hit the pharmacy for more bandaging supplies. Not cheap. Then groceries on the way home.

So yeah… I mildly inconvenienced myself. There’s no clever trick here. Honestly, I almost didn’t bother getting it looked at because of my mental health history. Sometimes it feels like unless you’re dragging an actual severed limb, healthcare won’t take you seriously. That stigma’s still real. But I got through the door. Got it checked. They've learned something. Maybe that’s how curiosity sneaks in — pretend it’s no big deal, and let science do its thing.

that'll do pig

Anyway. This post got long. Like a fat tortilla stuffed with medical mystery, errands, and emotional debris. We’re just sacks of skin and bones anyway — not even worth eating unless a pig’s desperate. I don’t hate everyone. It’s just true.

Pfft. Raised right. Oh — someone I know has a birthday tomorrow.

Attacked by pollen on my balcony. Got desensitivized.

What else? A title that's guaranteed to offend. No offense. Journaling today, blogging yesterday, and tomorrow? Maybe creative writing. No poems or lyrics tho. I'm not in my angsty era. I did watch The Crow remake and season3 of The Wheel of Time yesterday. Might have mentioned it in my midnight post. I guess I have nothing to spelliarmus or noxtiviate. Kill your darlings, my flower buds. RETRACT. RETRACT. Culture is what people make. Media is pictures and text. Sometimes it's an embedded video. But I leave it for the interested rocks to find out more. I hear it's a beautiful day to keep rolling so you don't grow moss. Not sit in the fire, etc.