Ha, literally saw this while waiting for my Amtrak.

For medium-short trips, beats air travel hands down, cheaper, loads of space, reliable and limited security theater.

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So I went through a very dark place a few years back. Anxiety, depression and PTSD led me to the conclusion that “life is hard and always will be and that in the whole of human history we are all insignificant”.

But with the help of a great therapist (and some meds) I was able to append “so I might as well have fun”.

So I try to find joy wherever I can. So yes to doing things, fight my cynical side, make friends, dress weird, dance, party, be my (weird fun happy) self, allocate zero fucks to the haters and all to love to the people that matter.

I still fight the system where I can, but mostly by trying to make other’s lives happier. Let the billionaires be rich miserable assholes, we’re too busy dancing slutty to care.

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For younger or newer renters, I highly recommend the book Safe and Sound: A Renter-Friendly Guide to Home Repair by Mercury Stardust

It covers so many things I wish I knew when I first moved out on my own, and probably would have saved me some serious money over the years.

I’m Scruffy, the janitor.

No you’re a towel!

Because glitter bombs are so 2019…

Beyond that there’s been a considerable amount of research about our ability to estimate room size/material/shape while blindfolded just based on the reverberation of sounds in the space.

Oversimplified conclusion, untrained humans are really good at it.

Yup, I specifically use y’all and recommend it to people (like my parents) to replace gendered phrases, and I’m not from the y’all zone.

Still up for debate, “dude” and “hun/hon”.

*I’m a trans woman also

Guldens Spicy Brown Mustard. Dad was from Brooklyn and loved it, as I kid I just wanted the neon yellow stuff all my friends had. Now, many years later, I always have it in my fridge.

I love and live by this quote at the end of Paris is Burning. by Dorian Corey, one of the founding Mothers of ballroom.

It’s a 1 min clip worth hearing her say it, but for those who can’t watch:

Everybody wants to make an impression, some mark upon the world. And then you think, you left a mark on the world if you just get through it and a few people remember your name. You don’t have to bend the whole world. I think it’s better just to enjoy it. Pay your dues, and just enjoy it. If you shoot an arrow and it goes real high, hooray for you.

Yes!

I mean, good. We don’t want him.

Also,

but I’ve heard this from gay friends of mine…

Doubt.

Zing and ZING!

If we combined Montana, Nebraska, Wyoming, and both Dakotas into one mega state, they’d have about the population of South Carolina.

But somehow they get 17 electoral votes to SCs 9 and 10 senators to California’s 2.

So I vote for Monomskakota!

Say no to X, get high instead!

I shit you not, Wendy’s in my area is currently promoting a “Krabby Patty Kollab” burger.

So Boar’s Head, then BrucePac (who make meat for Costco, Trader Joes, Amazon products), and now McDs.

118 years later, we’ve forgotten what we’ve already learned the hard way: https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Jungle

Way back when I still went to church (I got better), there was a doctor who always wore this blue diamond print tie every Sunday. If you looked closer, the lighter blue diamonds were viagra pills.