I don’t know.

Things are coming together / along.

I don’t know what to say. I’m still sort of digesting a lot. It’s been rough times. Fuck you shit fuck bitch shit blasto bombo.

Bamba.

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Llama llama.

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I don’t know what to say.

It’s been something… or something else.

I don’t know what to say.

So it’s my weekend now. Whaddya wanna do?

My mom won’t let me go back to kratom.

Yes, even capsules.

Yes, even with safety measures in place.

Oh well. I guess I will live an unfulfilled life of mediocrity && anxiety with no highs or pleasures to say the least of the feits.

So what do you think?

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I don’t know. I’d rather save up some money, let mother’s credit cards sort of pay down a little, then she’ll give me a break on rent (like $100-$200 less per month), so then after like a month I can just splurge out && buy a fuckton of good music on bandcamp.

I need to tell my brother he can get me music on bandcamp.

So much of my personal life’s infrastructure went down over the last fifteen years.

Covid.

The Ukraine War (yes, I’m Ukrainian–though I live in the U.S. (NOT a refugee (unless you count like, 37 years early a refugee)).

That # might not be accurate, but what the fuck is math, my slaver? My slave driver? Fuck you, maaaaaaath! *raises middle finger at math*

I had a good day of coding.

DISTINCTLY different from “I had a good day of codeine”.

DISTINCTLY.

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I guess that’s it for now.

There were almost no voices today. It peaked at like, 20% intensity, though even thinking about them sort of triggers them (which is also why they tend to get worse once they start).

Midterm elections nov. I will vote democrat, and if there are any Greens running for House, I will vote them (like 1 not even 2 I expect).

I don’t know. It’s been… int-err-resting.

Are you also into resting?

That’s nice cartoons.

I don’t have the time this year, but I need like a Rick mask from Rick && Morty. Or I could just save sum $ && wear my werewolf mask. It’s nice && simple. Real fluff!

Fluffy werewolves.

I can relate.

To the crazy, too.

Although I don’t really track the moon in my day-to-day. Maybe I should start doing that.

I already do yoga. And walking. Hoping to jog again some day. Started lifting w/the help of an app-gym. A gym-app. I have some gear @ home. Basic weights, some other stuff. No like, bench, or heavy duty machines.

It’s been interesting. I did my dad a favor tonight && hanged out in the living room w/him && mother && worked on some art && poetry. Photography && poetry.

I don’t know.

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I don’t know.

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What do you think?

(After cussing you out that bad?).

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Duck sauce, I guess.

I guess that’s it for now.

Thanks for reading.