Babygirl can have a wee thousand murdered as a treat

Lux, you haven’t swing by the cat lounge yet!

I had some folks tell me "I'm good at ___" or "I'm a good man", and yeah I fucking am. Fuck this "I'm average" or "I lucked out" mindset. The people in my orbit are lucky to have me. And I need to be better to the folks who believed in me.

+ Stumbled into a turn of phrase last night. I'm an open book and direct with folks not b/c I'm lazy and don't want to expend the extra energy to mask shit. I'm efficient with my time. I'm not conflict avoidant. I'm above the many petty fights & seek solutions. Apologies & sympathies go a long way.

This is a man named Reacher gifted with the best of mild autism and brick shithouse genetics.

6 Pack Poirot. Hulked Out Sherlock Holmes.

I lost it when he got three bodies in a truck by causally snapping bones and folding limbs like he’s going on vacation.

And again, it’s a video game ass sequence of events.

“Why the hell do we have a dishwasher here in the back?”

*somebody complained about trying to find a dishwasher weeks later*

*i mention the one in the back, gets permission, and bring it to her car*