Mother: After Medicaid pays my room and board I only have $70/month for snacks.
Me: I’ll die on the street in my old age.
Daughter: I’ll die of gun violence before I’m out of High School. #capitalism
The lyric: “despite all my rage I am still just a rat in a cage” really hits differently when you’re searching your weazened body for the gray hair you felt fall and tickling but can’t see because your eyes are bad and the hair is so wiry and transparent. Haunting. #over40
Briefly tried understanding (or caring about) how NFTs work because of the Nirvana NFTs set to be sold on Cobain’s birthday. Read three sentences of a tutorial…
Don’t know when I started taking coffee like my mother (lots of cream and sugar), but I’m sure it was a gradual process: slow-mo falling off of the cool wagon. #CoolWagon#IsThisIrony