Behold the gargantuan testicular mass of this park ranger.
Holy flaming balls of purulence. I inherited John Caspell’s entire library of anarchist works – if I lived in the US I’d be subject to a Grand Jury indictment just because I lived close to some government building that was vandalized. Here’s the link. Or should I not be worried because I am not young?
A few days ago I was all triggery and overwhelmy about my sad state as a buttbrain who had helium hands and volunteered for something she oughtnotta.
Today I am not. That is because when I get together with Sue (usually there is FOOD and CAT and PLOTTING) we have this dreadful bias toward action. We have now set up a new way for members to donate which will make life easier for everybody. This is with respect to regular donations AND estate planning. And we need to have the conversation about estate planning.
It will be a little more complex from a bookkeeping point of view, but that’s why we hired a bookkeeper.
And now, fresh coffee. I feel better. I have a day of running around and visiting friends and sushi in front of me.