What happened to the aliens.

The noise from lawn mowers and leaf blowers and fascism is ruining my life.

I can smell Canada.

I miss daydreaming.

AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

Celebrating our country’s independence from a monarchy given the state of things feels wrong. Like getting a Facebook birthday notification for a friend who’s dead.

We need a new Independence Day.

I’m the best father I’ve ever had.

AAAAHHHHHHHH

Not to brag but I can still fit my head into the oven

AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH

The Ides of March is when I stab leftover Pi.

Back in the USSR

Eating eggs like they’re caviar.

Super Bowl fifty nein.

For a minute I forgot everything is terrible.

I miss normal corruption.

well it looks like i picked a bad year to [anything]

too many sighs and what the fucks

Weather forecast calls for 451 degrees.

I hope this email finds you dead

Being right has never felt so bad

I don’t like this horror movie.

RIP

Everyone’s life moves at a different pace and comparing yourself to others is meaningless and even harmful but I still can’t help but feel like I’ve fallen behind every time I hear that another woman my age has already succeeded in befriending and commanding her own murder of crows.

What I’ll be doing the next four years.

Happy new year I guess

Happy New unfathomable dread.

Rain and fog. Totally normal.

Not a drone.

I’m depressed. Here’s a sunset.

gm ☀️

My sense of humor is on life support.

Going to a cookie party without cookies.

Where am I?

I have a hundred things to do today. (Three things)

Went shopping when I was cold and came home with 50 sweaters.

My kitchen is dead on the inside.

It’s dark again.

It’s September. Or, as I call it, winter.

Spotted outside a fire museum.

Wake up.

Last night’s super bloom.

I just tweeted on threads.