About a month and a half ago I was crying and asking my gods why the fuck don’t I get some good karma for once. I was sad and miserable and empty. I felt like my gods and ancestors were just playing with me for cruel shits and giggles. Like they were continually punishing for something I couldn’t fathom I did.
But I was so wrong. In fact, I am a very blessed person.
I like geeky stuff, politics, squirrels and monkeys.