Sunday Journal, update 28/04/24
3 weeks ago
Hey folks, how are you? Hope things have been going well since last Sunday.
As for myself, I have nothing to talk about. Everything is fine and/or dandy, based on how you swing about that.
See you in next week's Sunday Journal!
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Actually, I lied. ^^;
There's a bunch of things going on, to talk about, mention, complain/whine, debate, etc.
I'll start with the most pressing matter, which is my outstanding bills.
Electricity will be three months behind with the next bill, so I maaaaay risk getting cut for hopefully a few days. Hasn't been the first time I've had late payments, but three months straight is a first. Shouldn't overly affect my budget for May, but it ain't gonna help anything.
Paying my ISP for April completely slipped my mind... for whatever reason. Can't explain it, but the consequence of that is my bill essentially amounts to a quarter of my monthly welfare, which is a lot of money to fork over for me at once, and for me to resolve that while also have a reasonable amount of groceries this month requires to pay 75% start of May and the rest go on June's bill.
On the bring side, my phone is almost all paid up, so I'll fully own it by the end of the summer, reducing my ISP bill by almost half.
My rent is a source of stress I could definetly do without... having to always remind myself to keep sufficient funds in so the payment won't bounce and I get fined for it.
There are other expenses to come, but they are secondary and of a luxurious nature, with a "verbal" engagement of my person to honor as I've given my word. Which is a bitch and a half that I've brought upon myself.
At any rate, if you, my dedicated reader, feel compelled to send me money, shinies are available on my FA profile page. My PayPal is a more direct venue, though the link is likely going to be invalid/broken within the next six months. Ditto with my PayPal's account username. More details further down.
I made a small oops few days ago, trying to fetch the link for a previous Sunday Journal, I accidentally removed some of my more recent journals. Forever gone to the Mind Goblin of the Greater Internet Heaven. They will be missed, and forgotten.
That being said, I'm left wondering if I were to delete the journals older than last week's for the past two months, you folks would get upset at my self-cancelling... or am I just being a hypocrit?
Because I now have a "hands off" landlord, I'm stuck with ants in my apartment. *insert "That's how you get ants" Archer GIF here*
I've placed traps and all... but so long as there's nothing stopping them outside, it's a futile means of erradication.
Sent an e-mail with photos of a fairly large group of ants sieging my kitty's food bowl, which for the record have never done in years passed.
I'm also under the impression that I'm the only one living in my building at the time of this Sunday Journal. The one other tenant that has been living in the building since before I moved in left yesterday. She said she was done with the lease, and something about finding a nicer place to live with a landlord that actually cares... like the previous one we had.
No monetary compensation from the new landlord to move out were provided or offered either, as far as I can tell.
The apartment above mine isn't even locked, unlike all the others... since I was able to snoop around in it last night. XD
I saw blackened insulation... which if there's anything that a TV show like Holmes Inspections have shown me is that "black insulation == harmful mold" which is really bad for one's health.
A real mess to be thrown in, that's for certain.
One thing I've been interested in for a number of years now is lockpicking. And consequently, the adjacent topic of security in one's every day life.
For example, an elevator is designed to keep the people inside safe in the event it stops between two floors or free falls several meters before stopping in its rail tracks.
Getting out in the elevator shaft through the ceiling door that you see the protagonist climb up in action movies is the most deadly thing to do in the real world. You don't know what's up there, for one. Cables attached to the counter-weight could snap, taking off your head in a second... or worse get crushed by said counter-weight.
It's really dangerous to be outside of the elevator cabin. What if the breaks slip loose while you're climbing out through the upper floor's doors that you've opened? I'd describe the unfolding events, but I think you can imagine decapitation quite clearly by yourself without my input.
Anyways, been meaning to buy a lockpicking kit and lock since the start of the year. Training locks are fairly affordable, thankfully. More on that eventually. ^^;
Lastly, I thought a bit of British comedy would lighten things up in this otherwise depressing Sunday Journal.
https://youtube.com/shorts/k8n1jFtr.....kGZFTNCOkjYMVz
Enjoy yourselves, dear readers, and I will come back next week-end with another Sunday Journal.
~Toho
As for myself, I have nothing to talk about. Everything is fine and/or dandy, based on how you swing about that.
See you in next week's Sunday Journal!
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Actually, I lied. ^^;
There's a bunch of things going on, to talk about, mention, complain/whine, debate, etc.
I'll start with the most pressing matter, which is my outstanding bills.
Electricity will be three months behind with the next bill, so I maaaaay risk getting cut for hopefully a few days. Hasn't been the first time I've had late payments, but three months straight is a first. Shouldn't overly affect my budget for May, but it ain't gonna help anything.
Paying my ISP for April completely slipped my mind... for whatever reason. Can't explain it, but the consequence of that is my bill essentially amounts to a quarter of my monthly welfare, which is a lot of money to fork over for me at once, and for me to resolve that while also have a reasonable amount of groceries this month requires to pay 75% start of May and the rest go on June's bill.
On the bring side, my phone is almost all paid up, so I'll fully own it by the end of the summer, reducing my ISP bill by almost half.
My rent is a source of stress I could definetly do without... having to always remind myself to keep sufficient funds in so the payment won't bounce and I get fined for it.
There are other expenses to come, but they are secondary and of a luxurious nature, with a "verbal" engagement of my person to honor as I've given my word. Which is a bitch and a half that I've brought upon myself.
At any rate, if you, my dedicated reader, feel compelled to send me money, shinies are available on my FA profile page. My PayPal is a more direct venue, though the link is likely going to be invalid/broken within the next six months. Ditto with my PayPal's account username. More details further down.
I made a small oops few days ago, trying to fetch the link for a previous Sunday Journal, I accidentally removed some of my more recent journals. Forever gone to the Mind Goblin of the Greater Internet Heaven. They will be missed, and forgotten.
That being said, I'm left wondering if I were to delete the journals older than last week's for the past two months, you folks would get upset at my self-cancelling... or am I just being a hypocrit?
Because I now have a "hands off" landlord, I'm stuck with ants in my apartment. *insert "That's how you get ants" Archer GIF here*
I've placed traps and all... but so long as there's nothing stopping them outside, it's a futile means of erradication.
Sent an e-mail with photos of a fairly large group of ants sieging my kitty's food bowl, which for the record have never done in years passed.
I'm also under the impression that I'm the only one living in my building at the time of this Sunday Journal. The one other tenant that has been living in the building since before I moved in left yesterday. She said she was done with the lease, and something about finding a nicer place to live with a landlord that actually cares... like the previous one we had.
No monetary compensation from the new landlord to move out were provided or offered either, as far as I can tell.
The apartment above mine isn't even locked, unlike all the others... since I was able to snoop around in it last night. XD
I saw blackened insulation... which if there's anything that a TV show like Holmes Inspections have shown me is that "black insulation == harmful mold" which is really bad for one's health.
A real mess to be thrown in, that's for certain.
One thing I've been interested in for a number of years now is lockpicking. And consequently, the adjacent topic of security in one's every day life.
For example, an elevator is designed to keep the people inside safe in the event it stops between two floors or free falls several meters before stopping in its rail tracks.
Getting out in the elevator shaft through the ceiling door that you see the protagonist climb up in action movies is the most deadly thing to do in the real world. You don't know what's up there, for one. Cables attached to the counter-weight could snap, taking off your head in a second... or worse get crushed by said counter-weight.
It's really dangerous to be outside of the elevator cabin. What if the breaks slip loose while you're climbing out through the upper floor's doors that you've opened? I'd describe the unfolding events, but I think you can imagine decapitation quite clearly by yourself without my input.
Anyways, been meaning to buy a lockpicking kit and lock since the start of the year. Training locks are fairly affordable, thankfully. More on that eventually. ^^;
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I'm changing my last name because I am fed up with the bullshit I've been served for decades by the humans that gave birth to me.
Attempted to raise me, engrain honorable values, teach me the meaning of respect, etc.
Instead, all I've ever been given since I began to manifest some hints of a personality was ways to mold me into something at my core could never be.
Basically, what I'm saying is my parents didn't want to allow me to develop into essentially an introvert.
Because that's not socially acceptable in the eye of public awareness.
That was in the late 90s, early 00s.
Passive persecution, perpetual judgement, proactive belittling, misdirected pandering... the list goes on far longer than I care to enumerate here.
I'm not one prone to hate, but my last name has sparked that kind of behavior in me recently, with how my "father" has been talking to me whenever I had the misfortune to converse with him about anything.
Very cold, distant, sharp toned, accusatory, borderline aggressive.
I may not get an inheritence from him, if at all... but my immediate gain will take the form of relieving freedom.
Freedom to carve my own path in life.
And he'll never take that away from me with his faithlessness.
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Lastly, I thought a bit of British comedy would lighten things up in this otherwise depressing Sunday Journal.
https://youtube.com/shorts/k8n1jFtr.....kGZFTNCOkjYMVz
Enjoy yourselves, dear readers, and I will come back next week-end with another Sunday Journal.
~Toho