diary entry #1

6/18/2026

3:05 AM

i've decided to start writing nightly diary entries, both as a way to decompress and just to log because why not. who knows, i may become famous one day and my spacehey logs might go into a biography or something (kidding). these are more for me to yell my thoughts and feelings into the abyss. comment or don't, read or ignore. either way is fine.

i haven't really done much today. my fiance and i spent most of the day inside doing whatever until around 8PM. we both got a bit restless and went on a spur of the moment trip to the store. people in l.a. do NOT know how to drive. i swear we almost get into a crash every time we go out. we've almost gotten sideswiped TWICE within the past WEEK !! people, please use your blinkers and side mirrors. they're there for a reason. don't expect me to read your mind and then get mad at me when you dart into the other lane, almost exchanging the paint on our cars in the process. not to mention the fact that, for some reason, people think that if you have your hazards on you can park and drive however the hell you want. that's what your hazards are for, yeah (i say with the most sarcasm ever).

we did get these little cards that i bought that say "you parked like an idiot". excited to use those. surprisingly haven't had to use them yet. well, enough about shitty los angeles drivers. 

my grandpa died yesterday. i know, crazy and very sad turn in conversation. i wasn't sure how to get into it. he died at 11AM in a rehab center. he had a habit of trying to get clean and then giving up a day later. he did it a lot. he also had very bad diabetes that he didn't take care of at all, which resulted in him losing his leg a few years ago. my grandma and my uncle became his caretakers and didn't treat him very well. honestly, as awful as it sounds to say, i'm glad he's gone. he was miserable and so defeated towards the end. he really didn't want to be here anymore. the stress and sadness were too much. i'm sure he's much happier now. i may have to go home (to my moms) for the funeral (TBA).

speaking of home, the air conditioner is still out at my mom's house. and so is the washer and dryer. and the dish washer. and the oven is broken. that house is falling apart like a shitty lego set. dreading staying over there, and a funeral won't make it much better. maybe i'll have another update tommorow.

for now, goodnight, and please don't be an idiot driver. you never know if an angry trans man will rant about you in a spacehey blog.

- alex

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