Am I drunk as a skunk on half a loganberry cider? Maybe, but the neon lights are beautiful and so am I.

I've fought like hell to grow this old, against others as much as myself, and my eyes show evidence of how much I've laughed despite it all.
I am joyful, and nobody and nothing can take that from me, because it's a choice I'll fight God herself to keep making.

Fewer concerts and festivals and more museums, zoos, aquariums, and conventions. All things I'm interested in and wanted to make time for before, but it feels more pressing now than ever. It's weird, but kinda reassuring. It might make me less cool, but it's still very me. We'll see I guess.

Neither was the odd sense of responsibility hearing that somebody else's kid now also wants to emulate my childless life would instill in me.
I'm double hesitant to date now because I don't wanna pick wrong and set a bad example. I'm even making more of my trips educational this year.

I can confirm, from experience, it is absolutely possible to slam a boob in a door on accident. It does require being kind of an airhead to be distracted enough to manage it tho.

How're you feeling about having messed up the dinner ritual? Is their shaming working?

Wild. What kind of pasta?

The fuck up at those places of work & around any microphones at all, don't put anything in writing digitally. Sometimes, you're gonna have to keep away from & keep uninformed about shit to keep people safe. It's going to suck, but safety comes first, not your feelings. Keep it secret, keep it safe.

Anything that connects to a network government bodies have paid for cannot be trusted with info you don't want fascists to have access to. Any accounts on those devices that connect to those networks shouldn't pass secrets you want to keep to keep folks safe around you. In addition to shutting 2/