UPDATE: weโve been renovating the house (nothing major, largely just aesthetic improvements). Iโve discovered I am a terrible painter, but quite handy at using a drill.
anyway, long time no talk, findomland. I see this is still a cesspit. Did I miss any good gossip?
UPDATE: we bought a house.
a 300-year old farmhouse. with a barn, a spring house, six fireplaces, and a widowโs walk.
I am so excited and terrified I could puke.
lol brb revamping my throne page to include restoration and antique furniture options.
the times, they are a-changing! Leo Season has brought some enormous tumult, but itโs all been the kind of upending that seems productive. Which is all very vague-sounding, but hopefully Iโll be able to share details soon.
Anyway, howโs life treating yall?
I finally found a couple pairs of sandals that I actually like, halfway thru summer - my search for the perfect pair of VINTAGE Candies continues, as the new ones are apparently absolute shit and made entirely of plastic.
capitalism finds a way to ruin everything. as per.
me: I like your hair
wife: ew no
me: yup. you look like an 80s movie villain.
wife: I object. I think.
me: you look like Emilio Estevez playing a finance bro about to ruin a nonprofit
wife: hmm
me: but then youโll be court-ordered to coach a kids hockey team
wife: HELL YES
free post-Independence Day task: stick the non-business end of a sparkler in your urethra* and then light it. dance to the Star-Spangled Banner.
* แด แดษดโแด แดแดแดแดแดสสส แด แด แดสษช๊ฑ. ๊ฑแดสษชษดแดแดส๊ฑ ๐ซ
eavesdropping on a trio of good ol boys in the lobby of this hotel and jesus, the douchiness and weird competitive edge to their conversation is EXHAUSTING. the bad vibes are creating an impenetrable fog.
happy summer solstice and start of CANCER SEASON!
cry! clean your house! wipe down your doors and write protection sigils on them! hydrate! have a little treat every time you leave the house! have a little treat every time you DONT leave the house!
sometimes when Iโm bored, I fantasize about using a finsubโs credit card to just buy everything in my RealReal obsessions tab. all of it, all at once.
and then my breath hitches and I have to go drink some water in another room to try to calm down.
the sheer hedonism of going down the line & hitting add to cart, add to cart, add to cart. the unbridled glee of giving some poor sweet idiot a moment in the sun by letting him pay.
RELIVING IT ALL when the packages start to arrive. when I unpack it all. when I WEAR it.
jesus.
Exactly 27 days til my birthday!
5-star hotel: booked
Train: booked
Spa package: booked
I am so excited to do nothing but spend my sweet, stupid finsubsโ hard-earned money on facials, massages, and poolside cocktails!
I havenโt had much to say recently. I donโt like empty bait posts, or photo sets I donโt actually think are hot but I know will get traction, orโฆidk, any of the brand-tailoring or BTS emotional labor expected of findommes bc of the Ainโt Shit Sub Brigade.
Itโs been easier to just move in silence. I resent giving generally-disappointing men any opportunity to disappoint me. I hate having my time wasted.
Unless youโre sending, unless youโre proving yourself worthy of my time, you just wonโt get any of my attention.