BonesOfTheMoon @ BonesOfTheMoon @lemmy.world

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I'm not sure, but the neighbours hand raised a starling who then decided we were his best friend, and I've never seen such a personality in a bird. He would yell through the kitchen window for me to come get him and take him for a drive around the block. He loved the car, came for walks with me and my dogs sitting atop my head and rooting through my hair, teased my dog by sitting just out of his reach and squawking at him as a joke, and it was SO amazing, but you could actually pick his specific voice out among all the many chirping birds when he was chirping at us to come outside and pay attention to him and feed him, I had no idea wild birds could be so very funny and demanding. He's still alive five years later and summons the neighbour to come outside and give him mealworms by yelling through the window.

Panties. Paaaaanties.

Best: my cousint got married in Montreal and that was a wonderful time. Beautiful city and just a rare time when my mother didn't act like an asshole. I was 13 and I looked SO nice.

Worst: my high school friend got pregnant at 18 by some Italian asshole, his mother was an immigrant Italian and hated her, and it was a rush wedding. I was a bridesmaid. The bridesmaids thought we'd take a silly photo of us with our dresses hiked up one leg in a quasi modeling pose, just for fun, and her new husband told her it looked slutty and not to do it. They're still together, antivaxxers, convoy supporters, and her teeth are so rotten it's unbelievable and sad. I know she cheated on him too. She at least got involved in a church and made some friends and took a trip to Asia, but yeah they just run a shitty pizza joint and live in the tiniest falling apart house in the world.

My second apartment with my ex. He picked it out, and he always seems to gravitate towards the shitty places because he's just a trash human in reality. I even told him I hated it and wanted to look elsewhere and he insisted it was all we could afford, which was false, because he's a fucking bully and liar. The second bedroom which I used for my office had such ancient linoleum tile for flooring that it ground to pieces under my desk chair. The toilet was so small it was almost unusable, the bathroom had zero outlets, they did not provide kitchen appliances like most do, it was very small, no air conditioning, and the first summer we lived there they decided to replace the balconies so it was even hotter. It had one ancient elevator for the whole building, they locked the laundry room at 6 pm, the closets were tiny, it had mice and a drunken superintendent, and it was just miserable and I hated it. Then we moved up north for my ex's job, which is a whole other can of worms, and he picked what was largely regarded as the shittiest apartment complex in town, the hallways smelled of cat piss, and people smoked openly in the hallways. The apartment itself inside was ok, it was pretty large and reasonable.

I picked the next place and it was reasonable for us and we had super low rent as we lived there for 10 years. We had to move because my landlord wanted it for his kid and evicted us under the personal use clause, and he ended up picking a place in a neighborhood I loathe, which is renovated and very expensive, at least has a dishwasher and washer and dryer, but we've had horrible pest problems, and it's like 1K more than our last place, but that's what rent is here. I still live with him because I can't afford to move out, but I hate it and him; he always has this perverse need to be provocative by picking a place I hate.

I thought there was a nursing community.

I am a HCW, and I sure do have stories.

My Nexus 6 was my favourite of all time.

It wasn't over the top toxic, but I remember my old immigrant Italian landlord was on the phone with me as I called him about a repair, and after speaking to me about what I needed for a moment, asked if he could speak to my ex instead because he didn't seem to think I could take the instructions.

I'm super into glam metal from the 80s these days. I forgot how much I love it.

Groceries. I'm so sick of the price gouging. Ketchup in my grocery store across the road was 6.99 a bottle yesterday. I did not buy any.

I don't understand Parks and Rec.

I made a friend I would message with, and he had cancer, he was a middle aged teacher, and we had all these lovely chats. His last message to me was that he was in the palliative ward in a hospital with a fungal infection, and I assume he died after that because I never heard from him again. I miss you my dear friend.

It's so epic though. Such a great book.

The Great God Pan, which is a terrifying novel by Arthur Machen.

A Thousand Acres by Jane Smiley.

It's Not You by Dr Remani Durvusala, which is about how to escape from a narcissist and is the most helpful book.

Lita Ford's autobiography Living Like A Runaway.

Our library apps here have books in other languages. Can't hurt to look.

You can also borrow ebooks through your library's ebook app, there are a few types. I have signed up for many digital library cards with fake addresses, I get more selection and they get funding, it's a win for all.

I just thought it was creative and funny.

And a cigarette hanging out of their lips.

There's coyotes there.

Wireless phone charger. I'll be stuck somewhere looking at my low battery life, and suddenly remember it's in my purse. It isn't the fastest charge but it is useful.

Danke! Is there a Germany Day or anything like that?