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.

And my axe!