What’s this Brexit shit? Theresa who? Did she fuck a pig too? This is what happens when you choose to remove as much news and current events as possible. I get my news from Last Week Tonight with John Oliver, and my dear friend SDC who seems to cherry-pick the strangest stories to repost. (I appreciate it, truly!) It does indeed seem that the idiots have taken over, as NOFX forsaw a few years ago. Those in charge of the UK have a fair bit of explaining to do, when I open my eyes and look at the chaos in detail. Etonian asshats and political prissies pretending to be doing their best for the common people, whilst stuffing bundles of twenty point notes down their pants and wondering if the lackeys will be able to carry all that bullion in one trip or if they’ll have to split it into several runs.
Having a link in my sidebar exclaiming “Stalk Me!” is perhaps a tad irresponsible. Sockpuppet accounts are easy to create and populate with content, in fact, my main account IS THE SOCK – at least until I get that pesky deed poll thing done! Tonight I had the pleasure of a female-presenting account who wanted to pry apart the reasons I now have what we think is PTSD from being isolated from friends and family, raped often and emotionally battered to the edge of suicide. We spent 35 minutes chatting, my angle being that I could NOT be arsed thinking about my ex, and her angle being how people can change, show remorse, would I ever speak to him again?
No, why the HELL would I?
I’ll compile the various horror stories one day. I have truly lived la vida loca, not just in Welshpool but hell, I’ve lived a lot of life in a relatively short amount of time. My main worry, however, is how to compress all of this into two hours or less for the movie adaptation…