yep. it’s june. may as well be augustmay or wednestober.
i’m still listening and blocking assholes and crying over injustice.
i am so twisted up that i actually thought, what if the cheeto planned this whole thing? what if he planned the virus and the murders and thus the protests (aka large gatherings in which more people could die of the virus) which would bring on the police state which would kill more people etc etc etc. but then i thought no way the cheetard is smart enough. but maybe? no. well?
someone talk me down from the edge.
anyway, i need a beach (lake is preferred), plenty of sunshine and some black market ban de soleil, a fresh swimming costume, a shady cabana for when i start to fry, a good book, and a new to me tequila. also this tablecloth as beach blanket. p.s. no one is invited.