The Profile of Mr. Stevens is making me laugh this early Sunday Morning so whomever this is, thank you so much.

I’m not even kidding because while I have enough to eat and drink, I have no people to smile with in knowledge. And SNAP is tailor made to starve people at this time before Thanksgiving, 2025, while I hate Thanksgiving for its racist undertones but am willing to do it so I can have some fellowship with those who love me and I love them.

We’ve all isolated ourselves it is so bad in Texas. We are just trying to heal ourselves. And we need to be cheap and quick about it.

I’m always quick, sometimes cheap and sometimes not. But today, on a fucking Sunday when everybody is worshipping a pie in the sky Jesus Christ in churches far and wide in Austin, TX,

I’m with Him, fuck you, make me.

About everything. Seriously. Since when am I allowed to live without worrying about EVERY FUCKING THING AND NOT THING?