Haunted 1-53
I— don’t have the words right now. So many women’s lives are going to be ruined. We should be pooling our resources and energy to fight the impending climate crisis, and yet we’re stuck here dealing with this shit again?
If ever I miss an update on my shitty depression fan blog, it’s because I’m out defending women’s rights, believe you me. Can’t focus when my entire existence is political.
Surreal cycles, for sure. I don’t really have words either. Lots of wishes for strength.
I have dissociated so far from the news that I have become a cloud. Oh I am aware of it, I feel like that tweet where just casually humming to themselves that this sort of thing happens when empires fall, all while shopping for dog hats on Amazon.
God.
Tune in next week when I’ve swung from dissociated cloud to mad as hell.
In other news, The long laugh I had about Yuan being sensitive to language, the windows on the house being cray, and that painting of a house with the walls down did cheer me up.
GOD MIKE WHY!?!?!?! STOP BEING SO CHILL AND LIKE YOU ARE A GOOD FRIEND!!!!!!
(testament to you that I’m feeling these conflicts)
Somewhere there is a nice lady who just got a job at Cinnabon, has opinions about drugstore nail polish brands, AND WOULD BE A BETTER LEADER OF THE COUNTRY THAN 99% OF POLITICIANS WHAT THE HECK. This is just—I still have no words. Hopefully whatever species comes after us finds our remains and gets the message about priorities and how not to let a certain sect’s uterus obsession drive them into the ground.
Holy crap, do you think Mike will ever be someone’s favorite character because he’s a weird mix of asshole and anti-asshole?