Hannah "Raisin" Thompson

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Tuesday September 8 2026 8pm

After an emotionally tireless day of searching for a new immediate source for my meds, I secured some. Still waiting on that sweet relief though.

Why is my reaction always to cry, about everything? I am making my new roommate uncomfortable. Reader, any tips? My friend got bitten over 700 times while staying on Mississippi river shanty boat over the weekend – they haven’t cried about it. That I know of. I am extremely impressed. I am extremely weak.

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Monday September 7 2026 2pm

I am out of my meds, dammit. This has been looming over my head for weeks. It is one of the last things on the checklist I made the other day. I will include an image of my checklist at the bottom of this post for you, reader.

I called the medicine office number on Thursday, got to talk to siri for a while about it. I asked siri to refill my meds one by one – lexapro and all my personal details then wellbutrin and all my personal details. On that second go around, I tried to say Bupropion instead of the brand name wellbutrin, and siri did not understand me. So i decided to stick to what I know and siri seemed happy with that. Saying Lexapro worked during our first conversation, so I don’t know why I decided to flip the script for round two. Lesson learned. Anyway, siri said I would receive updates on my refills, but I have yet to hear about it. I am trying to log into this “patient portal” (texted my mom to get the link). Of course, the patient portal is set up to my old college email that I have not been able to get into for years. And it’s LABOR DAY so the office is closed. All this is to say, I am raw-dogging today and probably tomorrow and maybe the next day. Reader, you might be hearing a lot more from me depending on how long this takes. Reader, I might lose my mind.

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Sunday September 6 2026 1pm

What if I am bad at s.e.x.?

Im curious…and concerned, but maybe just curious.

Reader, could i be so bad at the doing the deed? Is it possible? Sometimes people think that being good at sex is the only thing us lesbians are good for, some people just call us “hands.” Last part is a joke.

I was smacked in the fugging face by this sentiment by a stupid friend of a friend a few years ago. The douche’s name is M*******, though I mostly call him other stuff. He said to me and a group that my girlfriend downgraded to me from her high school boyfriend who goes by a dumb nickname consisting of the first letter of his name and a number. This high school boyfriend is so fugging famous and important that his high school nickname followed him to college. Anyway, M******** said, “That guy? That guy is the best guy in the whole world. [looks over at me] Oh my god, your girlfriend downgraded.” My friend said nothing. I stepped closer to him to say fuck you and stuff like that, which made everyone uncomfortable. My reaction. Everyone else moved on, and I stewed. A little later he did his stupid fucking slow laugh that had made me want to rip him up since I met him – “huh, huh, huh” – so I finally bucked up and I mocked it – “huh, huh, huh.” My friend’s eyes darted over to me to say “what the hell are you doing!?” What I was doing was making it clear that I do not fuck with this stupid sack of bones. And because I made this so clear, M******* thought again about what he had said. It was on second thought (and as consolation for his offenses) that he said, “you’re actually probably better at sex and, like, pleasing her than him” [i say nothing] “because you have the same parts.” It felt like a threat. If I was in fact not so wonderful at sex to vaginas like mine, then I was nada, zilch, zero. I said, “you don’t know my parts.”

Little does he know, I may actually be much much worse at sexing than the famous boyfriend. I might just be the worst person ever at sex with anyone, so. He has it wrong. And still, I’m not a downgrade. I am an upgrade, alright?

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Sunday September 6 2026 9am

Hello, world. I am working at my cafe “Aura,” deciding when to break off to let this poo out. How can there be more? After yesterday? I just want to know how. [BREAK] Ok, just did the deed. Well, half the deed – the top two floors of the four story brownstone, still a lot of house to go. [BREAK] Hey, sorry. I am at work, so I cannot write this. Check in later :)

Song of the day – Werewolves of London by Warren Zevon

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Saturday September 5 2026 11:30am

Saw the Odyssey last night with my coworker and her friends. At first, they were eating burritos and talking really loud. I kept thinking the burrito smell was my day old crotch smell. After they finished the burritos, I painfully fought the sleep angel. She whispered in my ear for the last 2 hours. After the movie, we talked outside the theater (around midnight) and I finally let a little bit of my personality show – I think they liked me. Then, I walked to the 2/3 train at Grand Army where I paid my due just to watch the train close its doors right in front of me. Next one was not for 15 minutes so I walked the rest of the way home with a full bladder which did not help the “dramatic depression” but it did help me blame it on something super duper fixable. Got back to my friends moms house where I am staying, sat on the toilet for a while. I wanted to give myself the chance to poop because all day when I peed, I pood. In one of those instances my friend Gen was in the bathroom with me – I felt so bad. So I sat on the toilet until my phone died. Then I finished folding my laundry – unlike me to leave it clean and unfolded, but I had to rush out earlier to go to an apartment tour. I turned on Veronica Mars and fell asleep.

P.S. the movie was based of a book so most of it was not original which bums me out. Let us write new stories! kidding

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Friday September 4 2026 3pm

Good morning.