Danielle

In times when I am calm and level headed, I am not used to speaking up. I am not used to going against authority. I am not used to confrontation. I am not used to speaking my mind. I am quiet, polite, compliant.

Tomorrow I am going to my first protest. This will be very new, for me.

Just trying to immerse myself in 90s stuff until I forget the shitshow happening around me.

Give me brainless silliness. Give me jokes. I don't even want to be stressed by some sitcom plot twist. ONLY LAUGHS. SHOW ME THE ENDORPHINS.

I have family and friends who are just waiting for their marriages to become delegitimized and/or are waiting for ICE to apprehend them, while I have other friends and family who I am no longer speaking to because they helped to make this happen.

Are.... are we great, yet?

I've assembled a team of the most horrible perverts and criminals you've ever seen and we're going to fix this country

OH NO! OUR COUNTRY! IT'S BROKEN!

*Buys fun star shaped acne patches*
*Breaks out during that time of the month*
"Look, I'm a constellation!"

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Do I even want to know?

Are you in? See you Monday on YouTube.

YouTube.com/@MeidasTouch

Ha, no, that was family influence. Possibly also a little mental illness thrown in there, too, lol

I'm not watching TV, nor am I going on ANY social media platforms on that day. I'm probably going to keep that up for about a week after, as well. I don't want to see it, hear about it, NOTHING. I will be in mourning for our country.

Hey, Zuckerberg... fact-checking can't be politically biased. They're facts. Facts have no politics. They're just truth.

I wonder how many babies born on Christmas Day get named "Jesus."

When you're wrapping presents and a stray dog hair gets caught in the tape, you have to pause and remind your dog that he, indeed, is a very hairy boy.

Every time I wrap presents or bake Christmas cookies, my brain psychotically scream-sings "Ma-king Christ-mas! Ma-king Christ-mas! MAKING CHRIIIIISTMAS!!!!"

Seeing a Cybertruck driving around in a redneck town was... confusing.

I hate that I was raised to believe that God was like some sort of trickster genie. "Be careful what you wish for, because God will give it to you in a way you might not expect, to teach you a lesson."
That's just messed up.

Seeing any news coverage on a case of a contagious disease is making me panic and have Covid flashbacks.

Please, Universe, not another pandemic during a Trump presidency. No. Nonononono. HAVE MERCY.

When your dog is excitedly dashing through the snow, and you're trailing behind, trying to stomp down several inches of snow in some areas and trying not to slip on ice in others.

One of these days, this kid is going to make me fall and break something.

My father was a dedicated Morning Joe watcher, so I bought him a Morning Joe coffee mug for Christmas, back in October.

Then Joe and Mika went to Mar-a-Lago, and my father refuses to watch the show ever again.

So, I am now the owner of a Morning Joe coffee mug.

I'm hoping Bluesky is going to be like the old Facebook, back before they censored everything, banned posts left and right, and threw people in "Facebook Jail."

Pretty much anything I think I'll get in trouble for posting on Facebook is going on here.

Let the fun begin.