Speaking of bad luck and trouble

i cannot hate myself into a version of me i will love.

i cannot punish myself in any way that will unmake the past.

weather authorities reportedly issuing a severe "wednesday alert" for tomorrow

Trace amounts of Monica in my life

A statistically insignificant level of Monica in my life

My life manufactured in a facility that also processes Monica

I try very hard to be normal at work but they know..

grocery store mission barely accomplished took massive damage to the hull and all internal systems. shield repair could take days

Listen to me. Fucking listen to me. Stand up and fight. You have to pour soda into the carpet and suck it back out. They only really win when you stop fighting