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When I went to ride my bike yesterday morning, I found my helmet on the ground an the reusable bag that I usually keep in my basket missing. I remember having to grab the bike to right it as I was locking up, but leaving stuff on the ground isn't like me. I guess I'm lucky nothing else is missing off the bike, to say nothing of FM Bike herself. Resolved:
I found out something alarming: the Social Security Administration had an old record of my name, or so DOL thought. Now why would DOL care about SSA? Possibly because I have one of those enhanced licenses that the previous "administration" insisted upon. But the nice lady at the DOL fixed it for me, and I should get my new one in a week. I told her that trans people are about to get very nervous about their IDs. She asked why. I just gave her the 'Really?' look.
Comfy Lady asked if we could just be friends via text message late last night. I can't say I didn't see it coming, and it had been feeling kind of forced for weeks. Ah well, this is less brutal than the in-person dumping I got from the Proprietress. But anyway, I'm a single lesbian just in time for Pride! Le sigh. Mayunn, I'm not looking forward to hitting the dating apps again, but that doesn't mean I haven't started already.
There's one good thing happening: my washer and dryer are being delivered and installed even as I type. I believe the gentlemen, one of whom has a serious New England accent, are testing things.
- Don't store anything in my bike basket.
- Get one of those heavy chains they use for locking up bikes in the Netherlands.
I found out something alarming: the Social Security Administration had an old record of my name, or so DOL thought. Now why would DOL care about SSA? Possibly because I have one of those enhanced licenses that the previous "administration" insisted upon. But the nice lady at the DOL fixed it for me, and I should get my new one in a week. I told her that trans people are about to get very nervous about their IDs. She asked why. I just gave her the 'Really?' look.
Comfy Lady asked if we could just be friends via text message late last night. I can't say I didn't see it coming, and it had been feeling kind of forced for weeks. Ah well, this is less brutal than the in-person dumping I got from the Proprietress. But anyway, I'm a single lesbian just in time for Pride! Le sigh. Mayunn, I'm not looking forward to hitting the dating apps again, but that doesn't mean I haven't started already.
There's one good thing happening: my washer and dryer are being delivered and installed even as I type. I believe the gentlemen, one of whom has a serious New England accent, are testing things.
