Mii- Mii the ever- loving 🌼💗‿💗🌼 (kattidya) wrote,
Mii- Mii the ever- loving 🌼💗‿💗🌼

Porn beautiful

I had some very pornographic dreams last night, considering that I read some porn comics before going to sleep.

I woke up when my smartphone rang, it was the social security institution worker who told me that my application has been accepted and the voucher has been sent to the pharmacy, so I can purchase at least one month’s worth of medicine.
I was overjoyed; right after the usual morning shenanigans, me and Mirette headed to the pharmacy.
Oops- a- daisy, I was told that the voucher had not arrived yet. Simply put, the voucher has been sent to the pharmacy, but has not yet arrived to the pharmacy. Oh well, maybe tomorrow.

Anyway, me and Mirette went to the supermarket to buy something to crank up our blood sugar; Coca- Cola for hir, strawberry milk for me, and Shrovetide buns for both of us.
To those who don’t know, Shrovetide buns are ordinary wheat buns cut in half and filled with whipped cream, and either strawberry jam or apple jam, or sweet almond paste which is my favourite.

We took a train to Stick City, we were supposed to go to the bank to withdraw cash. Mirette remembered that zie had forgotten hir passport at hir own apartment.
We took a train to Hell City, then a subway to Heart Cape, and went to hir home where zie picked up hir passport.
We took a subway to downtown and took a bus to IKEA.
Mirette bought a new duvet set, and another Malfors mattress.

We took the bus “#% to Hell City, then a subway to Hell City. I carried the mattress on my arms and the duvet set package in my backpack.
Once at Mirette’s home, I took the mattress out of the plastic wrapping and rolled it on hir bunk bed. I also took the duvet set out of the wrapping.

We took a subway to Heart Cape, then a train to Mole Hill where Mirette went to my home, and I travelled to Martin’s Valley.

Once at Troll Mountain, I had to call my mother and ask hir to open the front door; usually in apartment houses, the front doors are locked automatically after eight o’clock in the evening (8:00 pm) to, well, stop the things-that-go-bump-in-the-night from getting in.

Mom gave me twenty euros (20 €), which is the usual weekly allowance. I was a bit puzzled because zie had agreed to give me extra money for the trip to Kangaskhan; when I asked my mom about it zie almost blew hir fuse and asked me if I have told grandmother I am coming over. I said yes, we have been planning it since before last Xmas.
My mom gave me another twenty euros, and then zie told me to wash my hair and change into clean clothes, and then zie said that I dress like a clown and all my clothes smell like shit.

I quickly shoved the bills into my change purse, and decided to leave before I would burst into tears. Mom straightened my reflective vest and cooed about how pretty my hair looks.

I took the bus ##% to Mole Hill and went to the supermarket in the shopping center.
I bought two boxes of pantyliners, a bottle of shampoo, a tube of toothpaste, and a bar of soap. I will take those to my grandmother’s home.
I also bought two bottles of iced coffee for myself, and some pizza platters. Mirette was going to make pizza for supper.

I was feeling withdrawal symptoms because I hadn’t taken my anti- psychotic medicine for two days, and I hadn’t also bothered to take my mood stabilizers and anti- depressants.
I had a headache, my eyes felt bulgy, I was sweating even when it was cold outside, and I was grinding my jaw; I do that all the time, even while asleep, but this time it was worse.
Now that I think about it, those are actually physical symptoms. I have been calm and

Once back home, I took my mood stabilizers, changed into nighties, put the hygiene products into the suitcase, and ate some of the pizza Mirette had made for us.
Tags: mirette, real life
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