Just took the pups out for a walk and one of the part-time residents in the building gave me a carton of eggs. He's heading back to his other residence in Florida.
I've been reading Duff McKagan's autobiography, and it's interesting to hear that he went into a period of living solo and isolated after he went sober.
I'm in my monk era now. Unless it's my day job or announcing a derby bout, I'm just not interested.
So, it's -20 in KC tomorrow and will be snowing a fair bit from now until then.
And my boss, who flew in today, made the eminently cool decision not to make us come into the office tomorrow due to the cold, the snow, and road conditions.
So your boy only has to do Thursday this week even though the bosses are in town.
First, I content myself in the fact that no matter how bad things get, I can still do good things in my own little corner of the world. The history books are filled with the stories of people who were subversive against authoritarians, going as far back as governments have existed.
Second, I never procreated. Really glad for that. If and when things go to shit climate-wise in my lifetime, it'll just be me who has to deal with it.
These 'price of eggs' jokes are making me feel really bad for people.
LIke, y'all, it's legitimately a bad thing that food became cost-prohibitive for so many, and it doesn't seem like people have really conceptualized that.
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