I’m listening to the boom booms (which are illegal here due to wildfires) while I weep for our freedom.
For the first time in my life, I won’t be celebrating Independence Day (which was also my grandmother’s birthday). It had always been one of my very favorite holidays and I love fireworks. But no longer. I am not independent I’m not a recognized citizen of this country. I’m not even a recognized human by…
fuck this shit
Denver is bigger and better than Austin
Chris can fuck the fuck off.
I don’t want the almonds, okay?
We broke up with some almost-friends.
Texas, where the Handmaid’s Tale meets the Taliban.