Ahhh, that makes sense and I definitely feel ya. I just get concerned about people who have problems like that because I’ve seen folks that wait too long.

It came from a place of love, Internet stranger.

I wish I could remember where I read it, but I do remember reading either an article or paper that laid out that when people are victimized, other abusers tend to be able to spot that somehow. Something about body language and it’s all subconscious.

I don’t have the answer here except to just build a shell and be a dick for a while, but I do want to say I am genuinely sorry you have to deal with that. Always being the victim or always putting on a mask is fucking exhausting and soul draining.

And why there are some strange laws that could keep two folks from the same state from running on the same ticket. It’s not forbidden, but there’s some weirdness about it.

I just keep running around yelling “let me solo her!” And I don’t even own a jar hat.

Have you gone and gotten your plumbing checked? 3x/night seems excessive.

Not my term, I just happily co-opted it.

Commodore? I know they had a tape drive and the game. I had an old TI 99/4A with a tape drive and we had Chisholm Trail but it was different.

I figured they were talking about the Oregon Trail generation. It’s made up of the folks who were old enough and young enough to play the game in schools and spans across parts of X and millennials.

Relevant xkcd

As a suburban white person, fuck a chain. If you see someone stealing from one of the big guys, no you fucking didn’t.

But I know I ain’t the only guy in the burbs. And I know my neighborhood ain’t the same as the ones 30-40 miles north. I can absolutely imagine those folks would be terrified if they found out that I didn’t give a shit about folks stealing from Walmart or Kroger.

It’s a cosplayer.

I’m convinced a lot of folks thought everyone else was going to go vote so they just didn’t. They enabled all the bullshit happening because they didn’t bother to go get in line.

Thank you, internet friend.

Warning: this shit don’t make sense. Probably.

More than usual tonight. I’m going through some shit and the folks that usually help me out when I hit bottom are going through their own shit right now. So we’re all drunk as hell going through the shit together. Even if one of us stopped drinking an hour ago because he’s on the east coast.

Different places, different shit, different time zones, but we’re all Texas drunks tonight.

They both have no comment here.

It’s so weird that they can have their cars here in Texas. At one time I thought we blocked dealerships owned by the car company. Maybe I’m just drunk and remembering wrong. It happens.

Same, and most of those things begin and end with copious amounts of drugs.

Delicious.

My family is like this. All we do is make fun of each other. It’s kept mostly internal (including close family friends) but that’s how we show love.

I still dress like a ranch hand about a quarter of the time even though I’m only out there to lend a hand once in a while. I showed up at my parent’s place while my siblings were in town while I was wearing my boots and a pearl snap shirt. In our group chat my dad still asks “Hey Cowboy, did ya yee any haws today?” and that’s been over a year.

So they’ll remain angry until they get half of a fucking clue about the issues.

Then they’ll be even more angry. I know I am.