Alone is what I had
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Maybe I am a monster. I don’t think I’d know if I were one. I’m not what you are. And not what you intended.
Every time someone tries to win a war before it starts, innocent people die. Every time.
[audio transcription: bird pushes through the door and begins laughing like a super-villain]
i’ve watched this 20 times now. each time is better than the last
I didn’t choose the car I’m driving. It’s not that I’m not grateful to have a functioning vehicle but if you’d come to me, a female in Texas, at say, the age of 10, I would have likely asked for a vehicle that is both compact and practical. That means I would like a car that doesn’t drink a tank of gas faster than I can earn enough to replace it and has air conditioning. Even if the air conditioning gets old and unreliable, at least make the car without leather seats and small enough that whatever the ac blows out can circulate fast enough that the driver might reap the benefits. But no. Instead of asking, or even attempting to explain how the world works so that I might one day purchase my own vehicle, I have a big, stupid, leather seated, cd-playerless, ac-less truck. Now that we have 4 cars at home, could I choose perhaps the smaller vehicle? No. Because I didn’t plan ahead with my life, apparently. I don’t know where I was going with this. I just know I am hot as balls and had to shampoo 4 SUV’s because dad found a freaking peanut half in the driver seat of a car I don’t even currently have access to. First world problems, yes. Fucking annoyed that I don’t know what anyone is asking me, yes. I dont’ even know anymore. Ignore me. I live in texas and it’s hot as balls and the humidity is awful when you are a bra wearing individual. I’m sorry.
