LegionEris [she/her]

Leading a one woman branch of the Erisian Liberation Front! In love with almost everything all the time.

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Cake day: August 23rd, 2023

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  • We call ours the centaurs who live upstairs sometimes. They’re just some college girls, definitely not disabled or anything. They make just as much noise flying up and down the stairs sometimes. They’re definitely louder than anyone else who has ever lived above or below us. I think they legit do some sort of dance or exercise routine because sometimes it’s very regular, rhythmic. Idk it’s happy sounds. Happy neighbors having a good time don’t usually bother me, no matter how noisy they are. I’m sure I have a limit, but noisy walking and the occasional party isn’t gonna get me there.









  • You have no idea how much weed I possess. If it gets a human medicated or intoxicated, it’s not a waste to me. I keep spare mediocre weed on hand to give away for free sometimes I don’t like daytime THC, and I don’t smoke and drive, but my wife often wants or needs THC to be in crowded or busy public locations or events.


  • Yogurt with fruit and cereal. Unlike many (most?) people dealing with the munchies, I regularly run a calorie deficit. So I try to keep relatively healthy sources of calories on hand. I get full fat Greek yogurt and mix in whatever fibrous fruit. Lately it’s been raisins and cheerios. I’ll usually have a mug or small bowl of that after dinner as a sort of sturdy, healthy dessert. I wake up hungry a lot less often when I do.


  • You’re a truama therapist, then manage multiple neurodiversity communities in your spare time? You give a lot.

    I also have yet another female-identifying client that may have ADHD, bringing the total to 6. I swear, we flock together.

    I think neurodivergent people in general do. I have a sixth sense for picking out people with truama. If I really immediately click with someone, if I inherently understand and get along someone, they probably had some amount or degree of fucked up childhood. My other best friend is so because we are the two at work with CPTSD. There are a few people with PTSD, but we understand each other on a level neither of us gets from other people.





  • As usual this is the end of my week. Today is just laundry and music and weed. My week was kind of amazing. I was blessed with a tome of essential workplace lore: a notebook with a mixture of dramatic personal notes and letters and professional sketches and thoughts left by one of the contractors who built our garage. I read every word of it. It was magical. My best friend and assistant manager who had been talking about our morale issue like it was intractable brought in chili and potato soup Saturday, then homemade sweets to the meeting yesterday. She’s better at this part of the job than she knows.

    Turns out I didn’t actually lose a friend recently. She was broke and turned off her phone for a while. Her carrier’s phrasing sounded like she had blocked my number, but she texted me from the drive thru to prove she hadn’t. Her shithead to-be-ex-husband showed up at the dispensary during this time telling me they were together and asking for her friends and family discount. I thought she blocked me so I couldn’t chew her out. But she is still actively pursuing another man (a great guy who maybe isn’t patient enough for this drawn our divorce =/) and clearly isn’t living like her ex, who looks more and more like meth in human form. (tbh meth in human form would probably be a better person than him.) I am so relieved that I wasn’t just betrayed like it kind of seemed after more than a week of “Message Blocking is active.”