I’d like to go back to London. 3 days wasn’t enough and there’s still so much I want to see there.

I used to think suicide was such a horrible, selfish thing to do and didn’t understand how people couldn’t just see that it’s a permanent solution to a temporary problem, but I get it now.

Severance. So. Goddamn. Slow.

1 with socks in the winter and 2 in the summer.

It’s not a set day of the week, but my partner and I have been slowly working our way through every movie Arnold Schwarzenegger has been in (even if it’s just a cameo). We’re up to the 1990s, finally.

I do this every time I go visit my father. His wife is a crazy narcissistic loon and I just cannot fucking stand being around her, so I drink when I’m there because it’s the only way I can tolerate being around her. But my dad drinks with me, so I dunno, our relationship has been so strained and awkward for so long, I think we both do it to ease some of that tension.

The short and sweet ceremonies are always best. I feel like everyone is just waiting for the party afterwards anyway.

Yiiiikes.

Jesus, this is awful. I’m glad you’ve moved on from that guy!

Man that sucks, but the DD is so important! As a high-functioning alcoholic, I must commend you on playing that role.

As far as the article goes, it is correct in that he did claim that “vigorous activity” “cured” his asthma. Is that true? I have no idea, I am not a historian, I just read a biography someone wrote about him once.

As far as what worked, the book claimed that vomiting actually did work, because it “startled” his body out of the asthma attack. Is that true? Also no idea.

I do know that there is such a thing as childhood asthma that people DO grow out of, that happened to my brother. He had it until he was a teen, and then it went away, and he hasn’t had it since. This may have been the case for Teddy Roosevelt as well.

Al Jazeera is funded by the Qatari government. Make of that what you will.

Belleville, NJ, 11 years ago. 1 bedroom apartment, was the only thing my now ex-spouse and I could afford when we moved across the US for me to start a new job. You ever watch Law & Order? You know those apartment complexes the detectives go into to interview a witness or whatever, and as they’re walking through the hallways, there’s babies crying and adults yelling at each other from behind closed doors, and trash/used drug needles in the hallways? That was this place.

Our downstairs neighbor was a total shitbag that blasted loud music every moment he was awake. Called the cops so many times, nothing ever came of it. I hope he’s dead now, for real.

Upstairs neighbor would come home drunk all the time and yell at his wife and throw shit. One time he tried to get into our apartment by mistake, thank God we had the door locked. They would run the water in their bathroom until the tub overflowed into our bathroom below it. One time we had water coming out of the fuse box and had no power for a week. One time our toilet broke and we had to use the toilet in the empty apartment across the hall until it was fixed. The “empty” apartment had a couch and a compound hunting bow with arrows just sitting there.

There was a rodent problem; thank God we had a cat.

We were supposed to have an assigned parking space, but that was a lie. The night we got there/moved in, it had snowed. I parked the car in an empty spot. 3 hours later, a woman is SCREAMING in the hallways “WHO IS FROM (insert state license plate we just moved from)!??” Apparently we parked in her spot, and she was not happy. Had to move the car. When I moved the car, one of the brake lines failed and I was barely able to guide it into a snowbank; had to get it towed the next day to get it fixed.

The whole experience was a nightmare. We only lived there for a year, but I get anxiety just thinking about it.

I read a biography of Theodore Roosevelt, who suffered from asthma when he was young. Apparently they used to try all kinds of crazy shit on him whenever he had an asthma attack, like making him throw up, smoke cigars, or drink alcohol.

If I’m startled, like a jump-scare or something, I’ll likely gasp, but if I see a car accident or someone falling or something explode, I’m far more likely to say “Oh shit” than gasp.

On a semi-related note, I really hate the people (mostly women, sorry ladies, and I say this as a woman myself) who scream when something bad happens, but the bad thing didn’t happen directly to them, they are just witnessing the bad thing. And they scream anyway. I hate that shit.

I think it’s some animal instinct thing leftover from our primitive days that’s supposed to draw attention to the bad thing? But at this point in our evolution it just feels like that person is drawing attention to themselves and away from the actual issue.

If you can afford it, buy a single window AC unit, install it in your bedroom, and then live in there all summer. That’s what my parents did when I was little and we lived in a house with no AC. If you can’t afford that, a box fan in the window once the sun goes down, then shut it off in the early morning and close/black out the window/draw shades as soon as the sun is up to try and keep the cooler air in that one room for as long as possible.

I wouldn’t say it was my dream career, but I recently quit my job with the federal government that I’ve had for 10+ years because I refuse to be on the wrong side of history. I’m currently unemployed and not sure where I’ll go from here, but it’s better than working for TACO Don.

Mr. Robot

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