I have just left calls for both my senators to join the move to impeach Trump. I am more afraid of dying from the fallout from WW3 than from breast cancer. I hate this man more than having breast cancer. For fucking sake why and how are we at this place in history?
It's weird having imposter syndrome about having cancer when it's stage 0. Like I know I'm sick but it's a strange feeling to like to have to remind myself. And I know I am one of the luckier ones but it still makes me pause all the time.
Kristi Noem wants us to pray for her now?
The heartless, evil, dog killing bitch who wouldn’t apologize to the families of Renee Good and Alex Pretti?
She wants us to pray for her because her cuck of a husband got caught wearing women’s clothes?
Yeah, I don’t fucking think so.
I really need Facebook to come up with some reactions icons like yesterday but will take for the time being the much needed separation of space between the care and the raucous laughter icon. Those are too easy to select when you don't mean to. My anxiety can't take it any more.
So we finally got around to cleaning out the cars and we had the kids help us as the majority of the list fries, sucker sticks and cookie crumbs belong to them. Plus one of our cats has a cold.
I listen to the news, I see so many awful things that I have no idea on how they could be happening. My soul is heavy and my heart breaks every damn day. I think all the time that as a country and as human beings that we are seriously fucking everything up.