Category: Because It’s True

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RIP, RBG

There will never be another quite like her. And unless we get rid of the Republican cancer infesting our government, WE. ARE. FUCKED.

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Squirrel!

I needed to do the laundry, but then I realized I was out of detergent, so I went to write out a shopping list and realized how disorganized the junk drawer was, and started checking pens for ink. When I went to toss all the junk, I saw that the trash was full, but before I could take it out I wanted to get rid of all the old food in the fridge. That’s when I realized a juice jug had leaked so I needed to clean it up but when I went to grab a rag, I saw that the pantry closet was a nightmare so I started organizing it.

And that’s how I ended up on the floor looking at my old photo albums from the 1990s and not doing laundry.

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Truth

This is so true, especially in the days before cell phones and digital photography. On those rare occasions when I want to remind myself of what a truly horrible person I was prior to my cancer diagnosis and start reading through my journals, I run across names of men I had dated and were absolutely obsessed with—but for whom I am totally unable to conjure forth a mental image.

And it’s not just the dated-but-ultimately-went-nowhere guys in my journals. I had friends in the 70s, 80s, and even 90s—good friends—for whom I have not a single photo. I at least retain somewhat of a memory of their faces and their smiles, but it saddens me I have nothing tangible to refer to. Was it the cost of the film and the developing? Possibly, but I don’t honestly know.  I have tons of photos of other shit from those years, but for some reason the people closest to me are totally absent.

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Quote of the Day

Saying Biden’s America will be worse than our current America is like an abusive spouse telling you that you can’t do any better.” ~ Infantry0300 on Twitter

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I Don’t Think…

…that phrase means what you think it means, dude.

Without your military-style penis extender, you’re just a frightened little boy spewing trash talk from your mom’s basement.