It's not an excuse. A year, 5. I'm grateful. I'm doing everything I can. I've made huge sacrifices over the last decade. I'm busting my ass to contribute and stop costing you money and find better solutions to all the real dumb shit everyone does that doesn't involve killing and libotomizing everyone at your expense.
Just be greatful that I do my best every day to support peoples idiotic choices and behavior and freedumb and not to interfere with everyone's dumb lives. And that in the grand scheme of things. Death is right around the corner for me, physiological death. Giving me less chances to slip up.
G-d. I care about your dumb ass. You are very sorta delusional tho. You have a busy life, I don't expect or need more. In fact I believe you're on the right tack. I don't want or need your help
[You must be logged in to view images. Log in or Register.] I'm good. Better than good. I give a shit.
Just watch out for them gators tho, it's the sneaky slow ones that creep up on you. They're made of poison and disease and cheapness and laziness and ignorance and a lack of curiosity. A closed off rigid mind. And a desperate need to cling to every shred of power, life, and security you can. Convenience. Pride. And hubris.