blogging is too dignified a term for what i’m doing on here

it might seem like the zipper merge is hopelessly dependent on the goodwill of the driver- after all, if you can't trust anyone else to merge correctly then doing the right thing will get you stuck for ages. but you need to adjust the payoff matrix to account for me. you assume that denying the zipper is without cost, because you assume that if you act decisively your fellow drivers will be cowed. but i have faith, and i have justice. i do not fear death because martyrs do not truly die, and i will GLADLY use MY CAR and MY OWN FRAGILE BODY as a SINGLE INSTRUMENT of that faith and that justice, a HOLY SWORD. I WILL KILL YOU. I WILL KILL BOTH OF US AND ONLY YOU WILL DIE

every time I think about how they apparently made yoda's swamp hut an instinctual thing that his entire species crawls off and builds I fucking lose it again

[yoda suffering anxiety attack voice] hmm build a mud hut I must. for reasons I don't know.

[yoda suffering manic episode voice] a really good fucking idea, a mud hut is

blast my stupid baja life

*turns my attention inwards* mmmmm. no *turns my attention back outwards* oh god

are you five nights at fucking kidding me

Love & Light, but this paranoiacally-inclined support group and its selection of psychically permeable MILFs is simply not vibrationmatching me and there's just no way around it. Unlike you unclean whores, whose toxin-riddled hag hides produce an obscene polycotton blend of poor quality and negligible monetary value, my morgellons all come out as 24g copper wire. I weave them into electrocunductive healing jewelry, the sale of which supports my 501c3 nonprofit femmes-only universalist sangha and thereby the steady flow of women, preferably straight-married, into the inner pleasure-temples of my my sappho-tantric mystery school. It's just one of the ways I transmute adversity into opportunity, not that you gormless crones would innerstand.

[staggering to my feet and wiping a single perfect drip of blood from my mouth] i have to get back on my bullshit. no matter the cost