VIRGO. Someone else's needs clash with your own. There's no way to do your thing and their thing at the same time. Who should go first? The first position won't be advantageous to you; invite others to lead the way.
Lead on. Whoever that's referring to. My mother, probaby, though she cannot put wallpaper on crumbling walls and the fact that I only own one chair cannot continue to be NOT a problem just because HER ass has some place to sit ๐คจ.
I am exhausted. I just drove my dead dad's sticky car halfway across this god forsaken country, its shitty gps capacity getting me lost in both Chicago and Cleveland, and I'm lying in my bed shopping for girltrucks in my own little world of "fuck this anymore". I definitely did alllll the things that were on my list to do to say when and turn pages whatever whatever, that drive being supposedly the last shitty part of the endless shitty chores. So now is either SOME (any at all) fun part or I'm crabby. That's it. And I definitely don't want to lead anybody anywhere but here, as in The Fun Part (chihuahua deviv, which is autocorrect for joie de vivre) at which I should have arrived as soon as I dragged my ass to wisconsin and back again in my dad's sticky car. And if you think I'm supposed to feel nostalgic about this sticky car cuz he happened to have owned it when he died, tough shit. I think that my father would like me to turn this sticky car into a girltruck and feel sexy in it. The only part of me that my father ever really fathomed / approved of was the me stomping ๐๐ could kill you with a thought part, so he would approve and if he didn't approve, he would respect my telling him to fuck off.
If there were a song of the day it would be whatever was playing in the background of atari pong, which is what the control panel looks like.


















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