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One of them wants to take me to safety classes and maybe go hunting. The other is a native Texan who has become a rabid tea partier and is pretty worked up over this rancher buisness.

Either way I think I'll just keep going up with my friends from high school. Its a much more relaxed and fun environment.

Bob the Gunslinger wrote:

joviwan wrote:orange county, southern california

It's 6:37pm and it's gone down to 97f.

Are you in Santa Ana? That's where I am and my car's thermometer claimed it got up to 106.

It's still hotter than a ...thing that I can't bother coming up with in this heat.

It's hot.

Yeah, I live in santa ana (edinger/newhope) and work in irvine.

it's hot as a crotch. Hotter than a crotch. It's hotter than a hundred crotches, really. best part: I get to drive home at 5pm in a tin can with no AC.


at least I get to see godzilla tonight.

Our best friend has been given six weeks until organ failure and death, unless they can stabilize her weight loss. Looks like I'll be putting Val on a plane to see her, I have to stay to look after the kids and stock.

Cancer is a bitch.

This is the worst one since Donny. At least him and the others went quick.

;_;

You and yours have all of my electronic hugs.

Thanks mate

My emotions too are with you.

States I won't live in due to Gun Laws: California, New York, Massholistan, Jersey, Maryland, Hawai'i.
States I won't live in over LGBT issues: Texas, Oklahoma, Kansas, Idaho, Tennessee, Kentucky.

The incredible thing is that in the past five years, the first list has gotten longer by one state; the second list has gotten shorter by thirty, mostly thanks to the US Supreme Court ruling enforcing federal marriage recognition. There used to be, say, 5 years ago, a really narrow band of states I'd live in.... (Iowa, Washington, Oregon, Maine, New Hampshire, Vermont, Connecticut, Rhode Island, Delaware, Maryland).

Kicked out of the house I was living in, broke, couch surfing, school starts back on the 28th. Hate myself and life in general.

That's shit mate. What happened?

Let's just say that in a time of mental health need, my mom and her boyfriend called the sheriff (three showed up), with the boyfriend fearing for my mom's safety. Suicidal ideation does not mean I'm going to murder people. My uncle blamed me for it as well and seemed unperturbed about my mental issues. Still thinking about doing it because there's nothing I can do to fix this situation without begging for money and lodgings.

Update. Things are in motion for me to see therapists regularly and to possibly be put on medication.

Excellent. What about accommodation?

I'm staying with a friend for now and have had offers from others. I'm hoping this will be cool until I find employment. I'm still going to school, though.

A big thanks to those of you who have helped me.

fucking shitting fucking dog just ate the goddamn paneer
I'm going to strangle the little shit

The what?

According to a quick Google, "paneer" is a type of cheese. The more you know.

Isn't cheese supposed to be bad for dogs?

It's sort of a cheese, but not really. You make it by heating up milk and adding lemon juice, then straining the lumps through some muslin. Or you just buy it in the supermarket lol. It's really good for curries, especially if you're a vegetarian. And the damn dog stole it off the damn chopping board.

I pity your nose

I find cheese makes them fart something awful

I'm finally getting mental health help. My university has therapy and a psychiatrist on staff, so I will be well taken care of.

This is good news.

Guess where I am spending the week-end?


Things I saw in the span of a few minutes this morning in the Metro:

- African Christian Evangelical preacher loudly trying to convert the masses, by telling everyone how they are lost in sin, godlessness and homosexuality (he repeated "homosexuality" almost a dozen times in the span of 3-4 minutes)
- a strange fat man with the face hidden with scarves and sunshades, pants almost down, a plastic bag sticking out of his pants (probably used as a diaper given the mephitic stench surrounding him) and holding a black garbage plastic bag, filled with god knows what. First thought: "Emperor, is that a Nurglite?". I had to change car because of how much that... thing put me ill at ease. If there was a definition of "creep" in the dictionnary, there would be a picture of that man next to it.

Then, later that day, in front of the Elysée Palace

- a group of young people in a convertible 2CV (the famous "doche" french car) passing in front of the Elysée Palace (the french equivalent of the white house) and giving the finger to the guards in front, and also probably to our President inside (a sentiment I can understand).


Since when do I have the "wild wasteland" perk?



Also:


"Good morning!" (the view from the hotel room)


Gentlemen! Behold! ART!