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See, some guy yesterday accused me of being angry all the time, which I mean - what fucking business is it of yours anyway? Someone got a gun to your head making you read my posts or something?
But also; I'm not angry at all this afternoon because my replies aren't full of dipshits making excuses for a political/media class and candidate who blew a winnable election to a reality TV show nazi by running slightly right of fucking Bismarck.
In fact, I'm actually kinda jazzed because the BF has promised to be bring me back cheeseburger poutine, which is exactly what it sounds like - a poutine with a disgusting amount of ground beef mixed in.
It's ahh, horrible and yet wonderful at the same time.
Mind you, I also haven't opened a newspaper yet today and at some point I'm going to have to start doing that again; but it kinda already feels like this week is a wash so I might wait until Sunday to try and go back into "all that awful shit."
@AnarchoNinaWrites It's like that line and steel magnolias when Dolly Parton is asked what size her shoe is
It's something like well it used to be a five but now a seven feels so good that I wear an eight
That's why I've taken a year to work on the voice, that extra space is invaluable
And why I can't do what you do in terms of media consumption
(Here's to spoons and fresh muse)