I can’t get a job, because I don’t have a fucking phone. I don’t even need a working phone. Just a mobile device I can install TextNow on, and then I’ll be fucking fine. I’ll be able to add digital gift cards to a digital wallet and pay for shit using NFC too.

I have no way of setting an alarm for myself.

Fuck, I need to go canning (collecting recyclable bottles/cans for the bottle deposits) because Sunday night’s the big recycling night around here, but I also need to go to bed, otherwise it’s going to be difficult for me to get up to go to the methadone clinic tomorrow. Plus I’m hella tired.

I just performed my 1 required good deed of the year.

Am I having a stroke or something?

Can someone please explain to me…all of this.

Yeah, and you can start getting dopesick before you’re even supposed to be dopesick because of the anxiety of knowing you’re going to be dopesick.

Yeah, it fucks up your circulation in such a way that starves tissues in your extremities of oxygen -> cell death -> necrosis AKA those horrible fucked up gross injuries you see on homeless opioid users mostly on the east coast.

It’s fascinating, in a way. I never would’ve thought it was possible to live with the kind of injuries some of these people have. Like

And this is all completely 200% preventable, if not for the fact that these people (I don’t mean to say “these people” derisively, I’m just not sure how else to refer to them in a way that isn’t clunky—worth noting that I am currently on methadone therapy for opioid addiction, and I’m by no means clean and sober; I’m not one of those “recovering addicts” who shit on people in “active addiction” or whatever, fuck those people in Hell) have to choose between staying well & getting treated at a hospital. And if you’ve never been addicted to opioids, you literally have no right to judge them. You can actually die from fentanyl withdrawal (not directly, but from dehydration bc when you’re really withdrawing you vomit a lot, and pee out your butt (in other words, really bad diarrhea).

Literally all hospitals have to do is dose people with methadone or some shit while they’re being treated for Arm Falling Off Syndrome, and WHAM, you’re on the way to tackling a horrible, sad, fucked up public health crisis that would (understandably) convince an alien race that it’s time to wipe out our civilization.

But nnnnooooooo ohhh nooooo-oooo we can’t encourage “drug seeking behavior,” like motherfuckers are faking extreme necrosis to get free drugs at the hospital.

But nooooo oh nooo-ooo-ooo we shouldn’t “enable” drug addicts by PUTTING SKIN BACK ON THEIR FUCKING ARM or AMPUTATING WHAT USED TO BE THEIR LEG BEFORE THE GANGRENE REACHES THEIR HEART.

People are walking around places like Kensington, Philadelphia looking like literal real life zombies, and it’s not funny or a fucking joke, it’s just so unbelievably fucked up that there’s nothing else in human history or whatever that anyone can make a comparison to.

Because revolutionary leftist orgs split like eukaryotic cells (which is called mitosis Shooting star leaving a trail that spells out “The More You Know,” and a little NBC logo in the bottom right corner).

Independent Scotland would fucking slap.

What a fucking piece of shit. This bill is specifically so that, in the unlikely event that the Republican candidate for governor (who specifically stated that he would extradite abortion providers) is elected to succeed him this November, he won’t be able to do that.

“While I share the author’s views on the importance of protecting these important healthcare services, extradition is an exclusively executive function,” wrote Newsom. “When discretionary, that discretion is appropriately placed with the Governor. I am troubled by the precedent that would be set if an outgoing administration agreed with the Legislature to erode the executive authority of an incoming Governor based on their shared policy preferences, regardless of how righteous and well-intended those actions may be.”

I don’t even fucking understand what he’s trying to say here.

Again, what a fucking piece of shit. Fuck him. His sister makes terrible fucking music too. Eat shit.

Boardwalk Empire taught me so many old timey slurs to use against Italians and the Irish.

They’re called guineas, and they vote with the Tammany Hall machine.

Mama mia! That’s-a de boolsheeite.

Turns out the Democratic Party isn’t as bad as I’d always thought.

Liberals have been spending the last ten years saying the same fucking thing (in effect) and then getting owned.

Also holy shit it’s been a whole decade since Trump was first elected president.

Also lol that is in fact my PayPal account; that is my legal name, unfortunately (I hated my real name even before I decided I was trans).

If I lose my home over this, someone’s gonna get killt.

They lost their shit over me backing into their fucking front license plate and bending it like I killed their kid or something, and proceeded to file a police report (or threaten to anyways) when I stated I don’t have car insurance. Because who cares if I lose my home right as winter is about to start? Their widdle wicense pwate got booboo’d b’awwww.

These people are so unbelievably fucking cruel.