cleaning frenzy
I never thought I'd have reason to use the busted window tag again, lol.
You thought I was kidding. The landlord has finally caved and is going to replace this thing with a stormproof modern window without raising the rent, but I figured I should document this anyway, before it gets replaced (probably not until July, with how slow the landlord is to move once there's no financial gain for him).
The glass is literally sliding out of the bottom of the top pane, one long sheet of glass held precariously by some very old wood. This window frame was made in the 1930's when this building was built, and hasn't been replaced since.
At its worst. Some years back when a tropical storm-leftovers from yet another Floridian hurricane-blew through New York, the storm actually ripped out the glass from the same pane, and I woke up with rain on my face. Only a piece of the pane was on the windowsill; the rest mysteriously vanished, and I don't really want to speculate what harm my flying window pane caused.
The wood is hideous and looks weak and mushy. It's come completely undone at this bottom corner, and the surface won't hold paint anymore.
On a lighter note, I think I need more lolita socks.
This is my drawer for lolita socks and other rather ott socks that don't fit in my everyday sock drawer, as well as some old tights that only fit me at my lowest weight lol. And yes, those are legwarmers-it gets freezing in this apartment in deep winter. I wear them under pajama pants or over leggings when I'm dicking around the apartment. It's easier that way.
The point is, I want more lolita socks, especially printed ones.
The medication is continuing to work its magic. I ate things like cake and ice cream and brownies and cupcakes and french toast while at Mary's over the weekend, but when I weighed in yesterday morning I had lost another pound. I spent two hours cleaning things after I arrived home from Philly, and yesterday I spent another four hours cleaning, and it's strangely relaxing. My room is now conveniently organized (as opposed to 'throw everything into boxes and pretend that's organization) and actually clean and it's kind of freaking me out.
I'm also dressing less slovenly/depressingly, i.e. less and less of the giant t-shirts and leggings with just a hairclip or plain headband to go out, even for errands. I look massive in last weekend's pictures because I still can't take a decent picture without several takes so I can find the one I look the least thick in, but it's bothering me less now that I know I'm doing something about it that doesn't cause me intense anxiety and mood swings. (Quite the opposite, obviously.) I'm even starting to wear heels and platforms again, as opposed to the 'nobody is looking at me so who cares' jersey slingback flats to which I've been resorting for the second summer in the row now.
Not that I plan on posting to communities anytime soon. And if I catch photos of me on egl or something in the next month or so that I don't pre-approve I'm going to be irked. Not mad, but definitely irked. I don't feel ready yet for the internet public eye haha
~Carla
You thought I was kidding. The landlord has finally caved and is going to replace this thing with a stormproof modern window without raising the rent, but I figured I should document this anyway, before it gets replaced (probably not until July, with how slow the landlord is to move once there's no financial gain for him).
The glass is literally sliding out of the bottom of the top pane, one long sheet of glass held precariously by some very old wood. This window frame was made in the 1930's when this building was built, and hasn't been replaced since.
At its worst. Some years back when a tropical storm-leftovers from yet another Floridian hurricane-blew through New York, the storm actually ripped out the glass from the same pane, and I woke up with rain on my face. Only a piece of the pane was on the windowsill; the rest mysteriously vanished, and I don't really want to speculate what harm my flying window pane caused.
The wood is hideous and looks weak and mushy. It's come completely undone at this bottom corner, and the surface won't hold paint anymore.
On a lighter note, I think I need more lolita socks.
This is my drawer for lolita socks and other rather ott socks that don't fit in my everyday sock drawer, as well as some old tights that only fit me at my lowest weight lol. And yes, those are legwarmers-it gets freezing in this apartment in deep winter. I wear them under pajama pants or over leggings when I'm dicking around the apartment. It's easier that way.
The point is, I want more lolita socks, especially printed ones.
The medication is continuing to work its magic. I ate things like cake and ice cream and brownies and cupcakes and french toast while at Mary's over the weekend, but when I weighed in yesterday morning I had lost another pound. I spent two hours cleaning things after I arrived home from Philly, and yesterday I spent another four hours cleaning, and it's strangely relaxing. My room is now conveniently organized (as opposed to 'throw everything into boxes and pretend that's organization) and actually clean and it's kind of freaking me out.
I'm also dressing less slovenly/depressingly, i.e. less and less of the giant t-shirts and leggings with just a hairclip or plain headband to go out, even for errands. I look massive in last weekend's pictures because I still can't take a decent picture without several takes so I can find the one I look the least thick in, but it's bothering me less now that I know I'm doing something about it that doesn't cause me intense anxiety and mood swings. (Quite the opposite, obviously.) I'm even starting to wear heels and platforms again, as opposed to the 'nobody is looking at me so who cares' jersey slingback flats to which I've been resorting for the second summer in the row now.
Not that I plan on posting to communities anytime soon. And if I catch photos of me on egl or something in the next month or so that I don't pre-approve I'm going to be irked. Not mad, but definitely irked. I don't feel ready yet for the internet public eye haha
~Carla