Periodic Update: What even is 2020?
Sooooooooooooo over it, you all. Seriously. This was legitimately a conversation I had with the hubby recently: Him: There's an asteroid that could hit the earth in November. Me:...I kind of hope it does. Like, might as well. But in true 2020 fashion, it's not fucking big enough to do any damage anyway. Fuck you, 2020. You never fail to disappoint me in new and creative ways. I mean, on top of the current social/political clusterfuck in this country, we've got FIRE TORNADOS and two goddamn hurricanes. Let's not even talk about the 17 year old white nut case. I can't even with that rn. I'm embarrassed to live here, and that's the fucking truth. Preach, Dwight. Preach. Okay so everything sucks, but there are some rays of sunshine out there. Like, for example, I looked for a job for a bit and submitted a few applications here and there and then boom. I have a job now. And! It's not even one that I have to take out of desperation where I have to do stuff in