Just a little bit. Legal issues. Car got impounded. Ride to work is consistently late to work. Stress headaches every day. Life is peachy, cops are great, I’m going to have to write a Christmas note to the cop who pulled me over. “Thank you for your service! You’re doing a wonderful job preventing working folks from being able to survive in this economy. I hope you get a bonus this year and won’t get run over by a bus while writing a ticket!”
You know, I sometimes wonder why we call it mental illness. Why not call it what it really is – affliction of reality. Reality is the worst affliction.
Just relax and listen to hippy shit.
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HUGS!!!!!!!!
Great music!! Life was difficult in the late 60’s–early 70’s like it is today. Nothing changes.
Hopefully 2020 will be a better year for you and the rest of us.
Everything is much worse now, and frankly I have no idea what I’m going to do.
At least someone didn’t fuck up your returns on your stocks and barter exchanges where now you owe a couple thousand to the IRS like me. :((
When you do it right but have to pull life like a horse’s ass anyway~
I honestly wish those were the kind of problems I was dealing with.
I feel you. I feel like police do nothing but make healthy people sick enough to die, with what slavery that enforce.