Five nights at Fredos kinda vibe

Possum, I choose you! Possum: plays dead and poops itself.

What’s funny to me is even if your predictions have been proven right most of the time, no one will believe you. Which to me is an even sadder lack of pattern recognition.

This is the only one that makes me question reality. My dad spent a lot of time working in Germany before I was born and we had decorative beer steins all over the house. I remember asking about them and as I started to read being told, “see it’s steins, like Daddy’s fancy mugs.” What the in the alternate memory making dimension hole is going on here!?

I read this article and immediately went to thank my husband for not drugging, raping and filming me. He was like uh, you’re welcome? Figured not drugging your loved ones was one of those unwritten rules, but I guess not.

Godamn I think I need a flowchart or something. There’s no thread of logic holding any of this together. Of course he changed his mind and did some dumbass shit again. I have lost the plot somewhere.

Watching the robot cheerfully veer into the glass panel like a drunk on a lawn mower absolutely sent me. My sides.

I don’t want to have a nuclear war, my new birdfeeder is coming tomorrow.

Not overstimulated, but I have to be very careful that music doesn’t make me feel feelings, as I have enough feelings as it is.

And my axe!