I’m a practicing Christian that goes to church every Sunday, and yet I believe in abortion and birth control like I invented them. I love babies and hold one most Sundays during the sermon and think they’re a miracle, but also if you don’t want to be pregnant don’t for one second hesitate to have the abortion. Your life matters way way more than some cells.

What’s funny is that antimaskers still blat on about how they won’t wear a face diaper for anything or anyone, two years after such requirements ended. These people just need negative attention like tantruming toddlers.

Take every dime you can from those dingdongs.

My tablet for some unknown reason sends me messages about my phone and cable bill being due. Like not an email notification but a separate notification out of nowhere and I can’t figure out how to turn it off. I removed my cable app from the tablet thinking it’d do it, but it still happens. Like fuck off, I know I owe you an exorbitant amount of money.

I could just kiss you.

Someone at work bought me macadamia nut milk when I went vegan, it was at Costco for a while, and man that was good. They don’t carry it anymore and it’s not in regular stores I’ve seen.

Every single day. I am someone who people just really open up to. I don’t know what it is but I have the craziest conversations.

Ignoring abuse.

I didn’t say it was healthy, I just said I’ve improved at it.

I thought I was smart. I’m not. I’m clever and good at figuring things out, but there is a difference.

Good for you because morning Mormons are batshit.

So very good!

Now that I’m vegan these articles are so bizarre to me. Oh the price of corpse has gone up? And the industry that produces said corpse is price gouging? That’s nice I’ll have these lovely inexpensive chick peas for dinner and not participate in death and abuse and rape, and my health will be better for it. It’s pretty easy to do.

We have an incredible local park with a great greenhouse that has tables you can sit at and read and have coffee.

The fact I won’t be able to retire. I don’t have the money because of financial abuse from my SO. I honestly don’t know what I’ll ever do. People in my city are living in tents in the park and I assume I will have to do that. I’ll have a good pension but it won’t be enough for the cost of living as it is now.

(Please don’t suggest I leave, as kind as you all are, I cannot afford it).

I don’t think you can. I very gently tried to dissuade a church friend from weaponized disinformation websites by explaining what that was, and he unfriended me and stopped coming to our church and told the pastor we were too liberal. Well we always were so it was just a matter of time before that sunk in, so I don’t imagine anything would have stopped that, but I felt bad. I just didn’t want him getting sucked in to Tucker Carlson because he is a sweet guy and deserves better, but he also seems to have gotten religion because of a psychotic episode so I’m not sure any of this is a good idea for him.

There’s no difference. Holy fuck I’m sorry.

I had a friend who needed a CT head, chest and abdomen. The insurance company decided she could have the head and abdomen, but not the chest, and couldn’t really explain why when asked. American health care is a joke.

Monday.

Well they are long deceased, since the 1990s at least. My paternal grandparents were shy people who didn’t have much use for children, they took me as a toddler to the mall once, and because I seldom had their attention I was full of beans trying to make them laugh and like me, and they found that too much. It was like they were old before I was born really, not like these younger grandparents people have now. They were both gone by the time I was a teenager. My maternal grandparents; my grandfather was an alcoholic for most of his life, your typical Irish leprechaun type of drunk, and only quit because his doctor told him it would kill him, and my memories of him are him shuffling around the house in leather slippers listening to the radio or reading the news. My grandmother was a miserable manipulative ring-tailed bitch with no friends who lay on the couch moaning about how sick she was, which she was not, and spending most of her time trying to pit her daughters against one another, which ultimately worked as they are basically all estranged. They had few interests and did not get along and slept in separate rooms. The only time she was interesting was after she had a stroke and became hilariously demented and said some absolutely outrageous things. None of them ever attended any of my activities or did anything to help raise me or anything like other grandparents seem to do now, and seemed to expect that they were to be taken care of now that they had retired. I can’t say I missed any of them when they died because they were such a vague presence in my life. They were not particularly successful and had almost no interests.

Dang that sounds good, this vegan is grateful to you.