*flight Of The Bumblebee Plays Furiously As I Navigate Walmart*

Life is a highway and I am a Chevy Impala with my hazard lights flashing

Apparently, I'm in an unironic polycule too. Seems very tumblr 2014 of me. Shout out to us.

@coyote-fever My Wife <3 saving my ass consistently.

It's because you're always doing those damn ann bibs

Remember ladies. Any burrito can be a breakfast burrito if you eat it for breakfast

Have I ever told you how much I love used book stores? I bought two works today; a history of the Siberian Husky, and an old hymnal for my mother.

How many lives have you lived before this? Did you sit on a dusty shelf, or rather a worn pew. How many hands have touched you? How many lives have you touched? Were you held, or did you hold? Perhaps both.

What led you here? Were you loved? Cherished by a grandmother, whom the earth has reclaimed. Or were you cast aside, clutter to be dealt with. Perhaps both.

You are with me know. Loved and safe in my home. My mother will love you, as I do. I hope your time with us is good. I hope you enjoy it. And one day, I hope you are returned to another used book store. I hope your journey continues. Keep touching lives.

$6 is nothing, but you are everything.

Driving according to my hometown:

Things we stop at: green lights

Things we don’t stop at: stop signs

Me, buying a box of strawberries: I hope I can eat all these before they go bad, there are so many

Me, the next day: where did all my berries go 🧍‍♀️ (I eated them)

There's a little border collie who lives in my head. She's very smart, but very restless. If she is not kept busy, she starts chewing up all my furniture.

I refuse to feel guilt for being human.

I am not sorry I exist.

Would you still love me if I had nothing to offer you?

I like to think you would.