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Had a lot going on in life. Things kinda fell apart pretty bad. I don't recall what was happening last time I was here but....
2023
October
Broke up with my ex, who then showed up at my job crying and made a scene. They fired me like three days after this lol
December started working as an editor at a magazine
Around this time my landlady wanted to renovate and combine my apartment with the one next door, so instead of talking to me she naturally starts breaking down my bathroom wall from the outside. I called code enforcement. Later realised that none of the windows or doors locked and a bunch of my stuff would go missing, including...a drawer of underwear, and the keys off my bedroom wall when I changed the front door lock.
2024
January my job became work from home
Around April? I couch surfed a short while, ended up homeless for a couple months. Try working from homeless. Yeah. That didn't work out lol. They did say they'd like me to return when I'm a bit more stable. I think there's like three issues im published in?
September? I ended up in this biker crackhouse shithole, slowly had a mental breakdown between like then and March
2025
Last month someone I knew like eight years ago hit me up. One of his roommates is well acquainted with said biker crackhouse. I move in there. Someone else I know returns to MTL and needs a place to live so I give over my room to him.
Last week I started a wfh job doing AI evaluation and got a sublocade injection (monthly shot of buprenorphine) and I'm pretty much at the tail end of the seven year(?!) suicidal ideation mostly-functional junkie thing
As of two months ago I was going to pack up and move to London cause I had no conceivable idea as to how I was going to get my shit together, but then I got my shit together pretty fucking fast.
I'm never living in a fucking building with a name again if I have the choice. Theyre all shitholes. Fucking Palomino. That building was pretty well terrorised by a serial rapist cunt piece of shit for most of the time I was there. Bikers sent like six black dudes with guns to deal with him because he was just standing in the stairs stealing all their customers. Somehow they didn't manage to find him. Idiots. I think he's incarcerated on rape charges now. Angel. What a stupid fucking name.