Doing my third? fourth? rewatch of Stargate SG1 and just it the two-fer season 7 ep 18/19 called HEROES. I completely forgot about this one and am sitting here with the waterworks. The deaths of good main characters always hit me hard. Damn.

"Some people are going to leave a mark on this world, while others will leave a stain."
- Eleanor Roosevelt

With mommy and daddy fighting so bitterly, I assume that no one is gonna see any DOGE kick back stimulus checks… except for the multimillionaires and billionaires? You know… per their plan all along?
#Sarcasm
#NoOneWasGettingADamnCheck

Gosh, I sure hope Hillbilly Guyliner gets to go back to live with his true people after the divorce.
#BanjoPlays #DingaDingDing

At this point in this timeline, we were supposed to have jetpacks, flying cars, world peace, and universal celebration of individual differences.

Instead we have a bunch of hateful, ignorant f*ckers who want to screw people over instead of lifting them up.

Baby goat sitting in the lap of a sexy dude.

Baby goat sleepover… that’s when you know you’re doing it right.

I truly hope every single one of you has the day, week, month, and year you voted for. X1000

May you reap the hope and love… or the pain and horror… that you wished upon others.

#FAFO

To the writer type-type-typing away at this story with evil glee: feel free to send us back to the other timeline anytime. Or at least write in some timely epiphanies for some of these fools.

This timeline is the dumbest effing timeline ever… full of willfully ignorant, doppelgängers of friends and family I knew in the previous timeline.

Dammit.

I woke up sexy as hell again.

Why me?

Mother BLEEP BLEEP BLEEP insomnia.

“Not everyone gets a happy ending.”

- Famous last words… at the massage parlor

I really really really really really hate transitioning from third shift back to first shift. This effing insomnia is freaking crazy.

I swear, pixies must be real.

Every time I go to look for a screwdriver, it’s the wrong type. If I want a flat head, all I find are Phillips heads. If I want to Phillips head, all I find our flat heads.

F*cking fae tricksters.

I think it should be everyone’s goal to develop a standard “final word” that you can memorize and then cryptically mutter with your dying breath.

I think mine is gonna be, “Dammit, now I’ll never be able to paint that pickle train.”

Feeling quite defeated.

“Liar liar pants on fire.”

Dear Lord, if that saying was true, there would be a f*cking inferno raging right now and a lot of screaming from a burning alpha-wannabe.

To be clear: Those who demand that English becomes the official language of the United States are the same people who don't know the difference between there, their, and they're, or between your and you’re.

Remember: You can’t spell “hatred” without “red hat”.

The landslide is now churning down the mountainside heading for the ignorant little Village of America… and it’s picking up speed.

Just so we’re very clear: we are in the opening scene of the movie where they are explaining how the apocalypse happened. It’s no longer a “what-if” scenario. It’s happening. Right now.

We are all just inconsequential background actors in this travesty that is unfolding.

The only drawback in revisiting old friends by rereading a favorite book is having to relive the tragic parts and end up wet eyed again. 

Picture of a raised left male hand with splatters of white paint all over it.

I’m pretty sure this is why I could never be a hand model… despite having damn sexy hands.

#FinalRenovations #StraightStretch

Re-listening to Jim Butcher’s “Battle Ground” and I am almost to THAT chapter. Not sure if I am emotionally capable of making it through it today. #IfYouKnowYouKnow.

Mo-Rons… from sea to shining sea.

Any brainless idiot can destroy… it takes a concerted effort to create.

Honestly, maybe at this point a pandemic on the level of THE STAND would actually be helpful… statistically speaking.

This is truly the absolute worst alternate timeline I’ve had the misfortune to accidentally land in. Cannot wait until the next dimensional shift.

Same… I just want to blink and flinch each time.

Closeup of my dilated eye.

The dilating eye exam does NOT play games… I can see people in x-rays.