I don't know what that is.
I spent the last 72 days sober, and for fucking what? To starve to death due to a Trump war? I'm not depressed really. Just tired. The world is ending and I'm supposed to go to work? Fuck that. If I'm going to die I'm going to do it on my own. I'm not going to let the government cull me when the food runs out.
I didn't know it would be this bad. I'm going to kill myself to avoid this all. I have a pistol. I'm going to get really drunk this afternoon and put a bag over my head and then shoot myself. That way the blood doesn't get all over for whoever has to clean it up.
I don't feel like starving to death.
And then do we all die?
Ok, so the strait doesn't open. Who joins whose side?
But 5 out of 10 will still vote for him
That is NOT normal.
A semblance of vertebrae? Wow.
Or when you pull that one booger out and all of a sudden you're aware of how blocked up you just were and you can breath.
It doesn't matter. I'm going to the store to get whiskey. Probably play some Apex and then I'm doing it. Fuck this, I'm done.