Probably hire someone to help me throw out all my shit. My family have hoarding issues and a death in the family is the exact sort of thing that would make them relapse, like keeping random old receipts I forgot to throw out. I’d have to throw out everything or I’d die pissed off about it.

Other than that, grab some fakey corporate moonshine and sit by the lake. Try to be home before I die so my cat can see my body and know what happened.

I should draw the line sooner than I do but I’m kind of desperate.

I drew the line on a Huion tablet for years, and now it’s like my brain is expecting the disconnect between my hand moving and the image appearing on my monitor, because drawing the line on paper feels so unnatural now.

Don’t lose that skill!! Don’t be like me

So many… The earliest cartoon I remember loving was The New Adventures of Winnie the Pooh. It was incredibly cozy. Then I discovered Cartoon Cartoons, especially Powerpuff Girls, Johnny Bravo, and Dexter’s Laboratory with their throwback art styles, and got obsessed with those for a while.

Eventually SpongeBob came out and became my personality, because he was basically an annoying kid trying his best to be friends with everyone like I was. (It’s played out now, it wasn’t back then.)

ETA how did I not mention classic Looney Tunes. Before we had cable I was really into the classics.

I loved Rocky & Bullwinkle! Before my time but we had so many VHSes.

I had a love/hate relationship with that show because I felt so sorry for Tom. Kept watching it though so clearly it did something right.

Climate change, and the generations after me who will have nothing left.

My cat never jumped on furniture, even when I tried to coax her with wet food and treats. She just wouldn’t. I even took her to the vet to check on her back legs. She just doesn’t want to get on the furniture, and that never changed.

Except for one incident two years later. I was doing food prep for the week, and she jumped on the counter, walked up and stepped in my avocado. Still no idea what prompted it.

Oh man, that’s a lot. At least our toilet was indoors, even if our plumbing was prone to breaking.

Not recommended for the people who wrote “housing” or “healthcare”

I mean I hate living because the world is a shitshow and everything I do is based on the suffering of others. I can’t eat fruit without thinking about how it was probably grown by slaves. On the flip side, other people are prospering because of my (obviously much lesser) suffering. Thanks for hoarding all the meds and houses, asshole.

But also I think formative years play a huge part in things. I don’t want to go into detail, but I was born into an unhappy situation, and I never got to go to school or anything so I was in that situation 24/7. Most of the few people I knew growing up couldn’t stand me, and I don’t think it’s a coincidence that now I can’t connect with people. I think some of us, the part of our brain responsible for happiness, or at least responsible for the things that make us happy, never really develops.

Hot water!! I don’t remember how I survived childhood