I come to you from the stripped-down carcass of our apartment in the still-wee (7 am ) hours of the morning, having taken a break from scraping the cat-hair off of everything. I’ve realized there’s enough excess cat/husband hair to construct a sort of cat-husband Gollum, should I need a Gollum whose sole purpose was being hungry/hairy/making puns. I don’t.
In the past week we’ve had an earthquake in Mexico. Hurricane Irma. Hurricane Harvey, (cute af old people names now ruined forever) and we don’t know what hurricane Jose is going to do to the already devastated areas. Myanmar is on the *brink of genocide. North Korea continues waving around its cock. America flops its tangerine penis back.
Equifax accidentally gave away all our social security numbers, oopsy.
Tee-shirts under tank-dresses have returned to fashion
Clearly it is the end of days. If I were a religious fanatic, or even just a reasonably religious person who took the bible as the word of the Lort Gawd, I think I’d be shitting myself right now because this is some unprecedented BULLSHIT.
Back to cat-hair.
*and some of us liberal Americans are still shocked that Buddhists kill people. It’s always about the religion in power. All religion is eventually used to oppress.