Or the worst part could be the pain, I guess.

The rooms are always too small for the equipment packed in there, and there's swing arms sticking out of the wall. Good luck navigating that blind.

Also I want to see my dr's face before they start chipping away at the plaque I've been saving.

Who are the names written below hers on the grave?

The clear winner is the $1.50 Costco hotdog with cream cheese and sauerkraut added at home.

Considering all the pros and cons, I no longer know which hotdog stand is superior. This disturbs me.

The loud-music hotdog was just as delicious and speedier than Dog in the Park. The plaza where Dog in the Park is also plays music, but quieter, and usually 30 seconds of pop songs in a loop. Particularly awful around Christmas.

(I quite enjoy loud dance music at other times, but usually not when I'm hungry for a hot dog after my in-person work day.)

I wish I knew what more we can do.

I walked home crying and shaking and so fucking angry and scared. I know this ugly part of the USA has always existed. I know. But I'm scared for our future, for my Spanish-speaking neighbors and my trans sister and my nb sibling.
5/5

Last week I had a wonderful vacation in Mexico where people were so kind while I practiced my broken Spanish. And every time I opened BlueSky I saw the horrible things my country's leaders are saying/doing about immigrants.
4/

The second time he said it I turned around and scolded the guy. Had a brief argument before I got off at my stop. I don't want to be someone who does nothing. I'm blond, white, cis, and wear cute bows in my hair; I doubt anyone's gonna throw a punch at me on a bus.
3/

This is the first time I've experienced loud "go away, immigrants," in public. Call it privilege or luck or whatever because I'm white and live near Seattle, but this is new to me, even though I know it happens all the time. I'm so angry.
2/

.... I will miss my dog so much.