Nolite te bastardes carborundorum.
[28 Oct 2020|7:28am]
It’s cold, it’s wet, the cardboard is dissolving, and the handmaids are coming.
It’s cold, it’s wet, the cardboard is dissolving, and the handmaids are coming.
A flu clinic and a bitch fest.
It’s a rainy Friday, and I might be sleeping on the floor like it’s some sort of fucked up solo slumber party.