There's no polite way to put this: once I am over this plague, I want two things; a nice Italian meal, and to fuck like an absolute scumbag.

I've noticed that one of the quickest ways to get under pro trump males skin is to just mention that I'm taller than they are.

Got given an Aimee mann shirt that she gave to a friend, and ma dukes got a clean bill of health.

Trying to dwell on the good things.

It's not going great.

Want to know something cooler than posting memes about punching Nazis?

Punching Nazis.

I woke up today and in my head changed the lyrics to the Dresden dolls song to "clam operated Jeff" and danced and sang with a sweatpants pee boner while telling my pets I am a comedic genius. So, that's where I'm at mentally.

Gotta say, I'm starting to feel the financial effect of not being able to talk.

Knuckle up, folks. Nobody is coming to save us.

Ever sit at the auto repair shop and be forced to listen to folks talking against your will, and you wish you could dislodge your jaw and swallow them whole? Me either.

Yes, I'm here. You're welcome.