Don’t judge me, god dammit. Okay, you can judge me a little. Alright, maybe you can judge me appropriately, but I can’t promise that I’ll care. I haven’t started caring yet, god dammit. I’m a walking anachronism. Now, don’t go assuming that because I’m a walking anachronism that I’m also a totally irredeemable cunt. That’s just not true, and quite frankly, I’m insulted that you’d even think such a thing. But I get it. A lot of people who “reminisce” about “the way things were” are really just throwing shade at how many rights minorities have gained in the last fifty years. That’s not the kind of anachronism I am. I’m the kind where I feel people shouldn’t be cunts, but also, I’m not ready to eat bugs or die on Mars for science. I feel as though the science of today should be vetted and worked through to inform the practices of tomorrow, rather than people ever-mindlessly latching onto the latest fad because a small scale study hinted at something but could never be confirmed by large scale studies. Miss me with that shit, dog. I like my science to be well-vetted and long-standing.

It certainly seems like humanity as a species is disintegrating. We’re so hung up on how much garbage we can accumulate for ourselves individually that nobody has considered the global impact of eight billion hairless apes all doing the same selfish shit simultaneously. It’s fascinating to watch shorelines creep up, temperatures rise, forests erode, and trash piles march ever higher above the horizon. We ceaselessly want above anything we could conceivably earn, and this behavior is rewarded. I can’t say that I have all the answers, or even a handful of good ones, but I can say that what we’re doing isn’t super conducive to our species existing in the next hundred years.

Well, holy shit. I fucking pulled the trigger and ordered myself a Steam Deck. Just, goddamn. Needless to say, I’m pretty fucking excited. Didn’t go too apeshit with which one I bought. Got the 256gb model. Nice and middling. Not too little, not too much. Just right.

Man, and it’ll get here in a week or two? I’m fucking excited.

I know it’s not therapeutic for everyone, but I think it can be for nearly everyone, as it just takes practice over time. Though I get it. If you don’t “take to it immediately” it can be a bit disparaging to make multiple attempts at something purportedly therapeutic but doesn’t actually give you any benefit. If I’m being honest, I definitely fell into that camp. School forced me to journal multiple years. It was almost wholly painful, until it wasn’t.

Herschel Walker is a fucking moron. He paid for his girlfriend to get an abortion, and now he thinks he’s going to win a senate seat as a Republican. Get absolutely fucked you complete moron. And this idiot who has clearly been hit too many times in the head claims he’s going to sue for defamation. Guess what, chief? You can’t sue for defamation unless the claims aren’t true, you absolute shit-gibbon. You worthless twat-waffle piece of shit. Holy fucking god I’m so tired of these Republican hypocrite pieces of shit thinking they can live lawlessly while the rest of us follow the rules. Suck my ass, bitch.

This shit is permanent. These documents will remain on the internet forever, and we will always remember how you rawdogged someone and then paid for their abortion.

Or, to put it in terms of your shitty senate campaign that’s doomed to fail: YOU PAID TO KILL AN INNOCENT BABY. Fuck you. Seriously, fuck you so fucking much. You’re all trash, and I hope everyone in the GOP dies of stage five cancers very painfully. I am sad that god isn’t real, because someone needs to send you pieces of shit to burn for eternity. You’re all the reason hell should exist.

See below for documents supporting this woman’s claims. She also has an unpublished receipt from the abortion clinic and a receipt from the $700 check he cut her to do the damn thing.

Life feels like a constant battle to claw back time. We’re given at most a century to work with. Most of us are working with less, either from lifestyle or poor genetics, and no one is guaranteed exclusion from accidents no matter how safe they are.

There are so many agents stealing our time from us, too. We have sleep as a major thief, mercilessly grifting a third of our lives as a standard. Then you have the requirement of lodging and food, which in our current social structure means we’re dedicating another third of our lives to just having enough money to afford essentials such as clothing and a home. So we’re down to having a third of our lives to dedicate to all extraneous pursuits, like love, happiness, or virtually anything outside of the mundane garbage of baseline “existing”.

I’m sitting here, contemplating what exactly I need to write. I need to write. I need to sort things and explain things and produce things, I need my mind to bear fruit. I’m just at an impasse with what the hell I need to say. I do sometimes feel like I’ve already said everything, but I’m also keenly aware of the fact that my life is nowhere near any sort of end. It’s already far too soon to say I have no words left to write. I suppose this post itself stands as antithesis to the entire concept. It’s kind of a nothing-burger of a post, but it’s still written word. It’s still conveying an idea, or an absence of ideas. It’s a conveyance, to say the least.

It’s cold outside again. Especially here in the rust belt, where the weather is dumb as shit. Man, I’m really just goddamned exhausted. Does this capitalism thing ever slow the fuck down? I’m feeling pretty tired. I think it’s time for it to slow the fuck down.

I’m glad that I have this space to throw down anything I feel like saying. I’m grateful that I’ve eked out such a space for myself.