Going on a bear hunt.

I ended up with a 164, thank you very much.

Every since my roommate came home three or four nights ago, I have been torn between enjoying him because I actually really like him and he’s a nice guy and feeling robbed of my personal space to grieve and make poor desciosns. Yin and yang, ya know?

This had to have been like two months ago at this point? Update: he’s still here. I still love and hate him. I would hope he feels the same.

Update: I’ve left. He’s there.

Con law :’(

I’m sorry but I think it’s absurd that men have spent thousands of years writing philosophical essays on how to be a good person all while ignoring and/or actively mistreating women, who are in fact people

I don’t give a fuck what Aristotle said about ethics when he literally said women were inferior to men

Also poor people

“That’s the problem with messes. They never go away, just spread around.”