Run away from home, go to a large coastal city. Fake up a head injury, play the amnesia card. Bide my time. Finish school with stellar grades, get a scholarship. Take my same degree, network better. Graduate, get the dream job I wanted originally. Invest, retire early. Disappear.

It would be funny if those magats could read the sign. Sign: You’re a bunch of morons, keep buying my steaming shit piles.

:-= says it all really.

Cough syrup vomit in cough syrup? Yeaaaah, no. 🤢

Everyone I know drinks red bull. I’ve never tried it, it smells like cough syrup vomit. Please don’t ask me how I know, it was traumatic. I’ve watched a close friend crack one open first thing in the am, she looks so happy. Blurggggggh.

🎉

Credit cards and a desperate need to not look like the “poors”. The law doesn’t exist to protect “poors”.

😍

Pair of male tits…manboobs? Sorry, I’ll leave now.

Inspector Han: PRESENT PLATE! Looks up, are you really going to eat that? Slow walk away with disgusted tail twitch. Inspector Chewbacca: Oh, heya mum. Watcha gots der? Sniff sniffy sniff wuffle. Meh. Sits beside me with his paw on my lap. Pointedly not looking at my plate. Side eyeing every bite. Doesn’t look disgusted, but makes it clear he’s making sure it doesn’t kill me. Their food: royal canin duck and pea. Chicken allergies in Han. Me: beans, lentils, rice and whatever veg is in the clearance sections. I miss dairy. Their food smells delicious. At least I love beans lol.

ADHD…spend most of my time silent. When I speak a thought aloud, it puts some emphasis on that thought. Helps me remember important things.

Meh. Leaving out the rest of the date. August 29, 1997. Why does everyone worry about the clankers(sarcasm, just in case you’re sensitive) and not about the rich fuckers already controlling everything including those death panels they went on about. I wonder if the clankers would actually be more compassionate than what we have now. I’ll be dead within the decade, doubt I’ll find out.