Fuck Up Friday

Woke up crazy early, used the extra time for Lady Miss Friday. For a beautiful eternity (oblivion), she just laid next to me and we stared at each other. Potmatess had a B2G1F deal on all vapes, so I browsed through and eventually found a few options. Then I nearly Karened it when I miscalculated the total in my head. I've been drinking a bit overall, and was almost out of vodka, so I zipped over to the store on my lunch break to get vodka and protein powder. It turns out the Ralph's and Vega brands of vegan protein powder have pretty much no vitamins. I shazmed *yet another* song while I was there - Danielle Bradbery "Sway." The clerk and I even laughed about it, and a few other side jokes he made that no one else paid attention to. It has modulation, key changes, and I eventually tagged it in my head as the White version of Girls Put Your Records On. She's a country singer, so her page is filled with nonsense trash like someone complaining about "every female singer" selling sex. Even stoned and drunk, I tore some motherfuckers up.

A few of my (whyte) friends on FB have been converting to the Right Wing. I'm playing on our Friendship to try to reach them.....but still condescending AF, illustrating their own fallacies, etc. Bassically being my Pa, but on the Left. Now that I identify it, I'm actually not sure how I feel about it. Papa apparently ended up inflicting emotional abuse on the rest of us, not that any of us were perfect. I dunno where that starts or where it ends (10,000 Maniacs). And while I was delighted that Aimee noted my Pa and I make the same face when we're walking someone into a trap...this all brings new dimensions to it.

I cooked up more Soy Curls in the evening, didn't fuck it up so bad this time, and texted Ashley about getting matching shirts.