RIP to Ozzy, the Prince of Darkness. You lived the American Dream. Work until you're 76, and then die two weeks after you retire for the final time.

Sincerely, RIP to a legend. There will never be another quite like him.

If you can fold your pizza in half without it breaking or slopping all over the place, that isn't a pizza; it's a twink. Checkmate, New York. #showerthoughts

The previous message doesn't make sense in dark mode.

I did not have "hurriquake" on my storm disaster bingo card. Seems like a good time to start day drinking.

Nevada's back in the running, because fuck Oregon. Too many of their small cannabis business are struggling right now. So Nevada's back on the table. Hope they fix their licensing/taxes soon. I've got a passion for growing it and want to earn a good future, and pay taxes while doing so, while I can.

So... Nevada might be ix-nay because their cultivation licensing moratorium. I'm not sure how to bring up the idea of Oregon to my soon-to-be waifu, because I'm not sure she wants to be any closer to Washington. Thankfully, we have time because I found the docs we needed to recover oodles of dosh.

Oh man, I finally get to update my ex social media platform with the "later bitches" line.