I have immense respect for myself for living my values. I have made mistakes and I have been wrong in one way or another over these past thirty years. Either I grow and improve, listen to the feedback of reality, and refine my behaviors and ideas to make the next thirty years better, or I will repeat my mistakes and suffer the same outcomes. Good luck and go fuck yourselves.

GM

Blood in the fleeps. Listen harder.

I bartered some shit today. Few.

Am I in the right place if I wanted to have fun staying poor?

The fact that people run verbal scripts when a simple greeting is initiated is proof enough to me that we’re living in a simulation.

Lots of poor people that have nothing to do with the Strait are going to starve to death. That’s the worse part. Not that my tit life is getting more expensive - that I can manage.

I just unlocked access to 225# beef fat trimmings per week which is roughly equivalent to 4.2 million BTU. I have stuck oil.

Synching a chode. Fiber connection good. Fire bad.