No accounting for taste

Two weeks off work, and daily pain has halved. Even seeing some progress on the lifts, and some social gainz.

At 75kg BW:

  • DB pressing 5kg x 10
  • seated external rotations 8kg x 20
  • Front plank 105 seconds
  • side plank 105 seconds
  • Reverse plank 105
  • Hip thrusts, heels on stability ball x 15
  • pushups 15

I even got 5 pullups with another injured mate egging me on. Some neck pain this week, but haven’t needed difene for pain in 5 days. Good news on that front. Last week I hung around a few friends I hadn’t seen for a while, and talked business with a microbiologist who wants to take his homebrew further.  Then we looked up dragon dildos, dragon pussy fleshlights and fantasty creature cock sheathes for an hour in that mixture of horror and wonder unique to After that, I’ve been told they are getting me the Basilisk cock sheathe to fuck with. [url][/URL]. Then I screened some gay porn remixed into anime theme tunes I’ve curated. Which was great.

I also organised some tech support work for my dad’s school, so that’ll help buy Christmas presents. Exams in software engineering are going good: in the top 10% for grades.

But all this good news made the woman unhappy, and she got pissed off about me having vile gas from the homebrew and lentils. That started another giving out to about me not entertaining her, because she’s miserable. I’m a lot of things, but spontaneous fun isn’t one of them. I’ve no money either, and she doesn’t like the outdoors when it’s cold and wet. So we went to her folks, as we usually do on a Sunday. We resolved it, but it raised the spectre of her complaining and meanness. We live apart, and I seem to be surviving without her. She seems to be struggling with money and loneliness. So, as she explains it, it’s inequitable that both of us should feel differently. I should take away her unhappiness, or make her happy. And man, trying to make someone who is frequently depressed either of those things is tough. Way too much pressure to plan anything.

At least she’s stopped crying all the time. But the instability of only having a job until next March, and then facing the very competitive publishing industry for another job is intimidating. She wants a family soon. It’s a terrible reason to have kids this young, but she wants some stability and meaning in her life. Some investments came to fruition, and I now have about 10k in the bank. So a wedding isn’t out of the question. It’s a terrible use of the money at this age though. I’m thinking of buying an apartment soon. Apartment prices in this ghetto area are not rising as fast. That would give me stability. Rentals here fucking suck.

She’s always right though. I see the wisdom in what she says, which is my greatest gift: listening to her advice. The house I’m in is a shit hole. I really see it now that I am not working. The heating doesn’t work, and the landlord won’t talk to me about it. Their son with aspergers is incapable of chores or personal hygiene, and gets pissy when I need him to clean up, or as he has recently started doing, stop hoarding dishes in his room. So two weeks worth of trash and food gets cleaned out by his parents fortnightly. When you factor the rent increase, I like this place less and less every day. I’m staying for now because my parents will charge me about 60% of my rent here. And the bullshit will go up 200%. I only have to hang on until March. Until then, I just have to save money and make money.


7 thoughts on “No accounting for taste

  1. “Then I screened some gay porn remixed into anime theme tunes I’ve curated.”

    Sounds like a MopeWOD convention at your place.

    “she got pissed off about me having vile gas from the homebrew and lentils”

    Yeah, women just don’t get it. Wife tolerates it because she can make fun of me for it.

    “We live apart, and I seem to be surviving without her. ”

    I’d recommend (lengthy) cohabitation before you both decide to pull the marriage trigger, 10/10. Just my $0.02.

  2. I don’t know if this will help you or snap your shit up more, but I like Chinese lateral raises a lot.

    When you do it above the head you get a bit of core action, too, as you can see, but the main important thing is trying to get the plates behind your head like on a jerk or military press.

    I got to hang out with my friend and watch an episode of Star Trek Deep Space 9 recently. I had to pick him up from an anthromorphic convention (he helps run board games there) because his brother took the car. On I showed him the book “Moon People” and we read excerpts and a review, then he read reviews and excerpts of dinosaur and dragon erotica.

    He has some homebrew kits but is too lazy to actually make them. At least my autumn olive wine is going pretty well, I tried some of the bottom of the barrel (well, bucket) and it was strong and great tasting.

    Regarding cohabitation, one of my good friends cohabited with his wife before marrying, for around a year total. They’re divorced now after like 3 years of marriage. No kids, though.

    1. I don’t make enough bread at the moment to justify maintaining a starter. Next year though.

      I use Lidl’s Rivercote sourdough mixes. They are rye/wheat flour with a dry sourdough starter. Tried to get a picture, but no camera at the moment. Will try to get a picture for recognition.

  3. Hey do people in Ireland like happy hardcore? I just had a beer and have been listening to more eurobeat lately, so the alcohol inspired me to dig out my happy hardcore music. In USA it is not popular. However I hear in UK it is listened to by “chavs” which I find really odd as you would be accused of being a homosexual for listening to happy hardcore in USA. So do people/chavs like happy hardcore in Ireland as well? Or not at all?

    1. Ibiza dance/trance was more popular here in the 90s and 00s. Ibiza and the Mediterranean were also where the MDMA came from.

      Faster stuff like what you’ve posted is played at raves and teen discos. It’s too fast for most clubs here though. It’s enjoyed more by chavs/knackers/pikeys/scum and other bydlo elements. When I hear that music I think tracksuits, horses and cider.

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