Demons See Us as Chick-fil-A

Well hello there, fancy meeting you here. What’s been goin’ on? Let’s see…

I bought my hamster a $30 coconut hammock she already broke in one night. The job front is still annoying and trying to get measly unemployment seems to be another uphill battle, but, I’m good. Sick of this muggy weather and all the bullshit, but I’m good. Yesterday I joined a book a club even though I’m book club averse because I’m trying to make an effort to rejoin society and make friends, but we’ll see how that goes. All I do know is it’s hard to beat Cabin Fever when the world is well…what it is. Still, if I ever plan to have another roll in the hay, then I must leave the house, but therein lies another problem: men.

I mean seriously, do men really just hate women? Are they seriously still so fucking barbaric in 2026? Still?? REALLY? I mean Cornell 1000 with everyone in the group chat. Epstein Files. A rapist for president. The list goes silently on and on. Honestly, I don’t know what else to say about this and all the other fucked up shit going on. It’s just…fucked.

I’m sure there is a bright light to be found like the Sun that’s finally decided to show up today is demonstrating, but for God’s sakes, I’m tired. Not necessarily unhappy, just exhausted. Exhausted from fighting off demons that look at something sweet, wholesome, and innocent and decide to sink their teeth into it like it’s chicken a sandwich from Chick-fil-A.

P.S. Look at the eyes of a killer…

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