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The Female of the Species

Click, click, click. "I didn't know!" Isn't it amazing how they don't take responsibility? Insufferable. I find reprieve in the fact that I could, at any moment, leave here and start a new life. Most do not have this opportunity, they tie themelves down with burdens of debt and promises, but I do not. I am one to keep myself strapped down to no earthly desires other than the tobacco I smoke, and no one would hear of me if I decided one day that was what I wanted.

Another bad night. Hysterics and a Gewher 43, what a combination of poor engineering, divine and man respectively. The female of the species is one that you must be attentive to lest it destroys itself and it's surroundings. I have to hide sharp objects from them, and yet they may vote with as much power to change this world as I? Sickening joke. The feeling of digging in and snapping a rib under the meaty water bed is one that I long for, to hear pain in their voices as I do the simple act. It takes a lot to cause a reaction so visceral, yet they make it seem as easy as starting a simple fire in the woods.

Eleven days until I feel true adventure. Let it all not be for naught. Financial advisor is on line one.

8/16/24