I love doing this, because two/three days later when I do laundry I find what I’ve been doing for the last few days as if I had kept a journal.

/cries_when_forgetting_to_check_pockets_prior_to_laundering

Those people don’t even care about that. If it massed up in a pile outside their house, but not in an area they used, they’d walk right past it every morning. Plus (to them, anyway), that wrapper won’t be there, because of wind/rain/wildlife. It’s out of sight, out of mind for them, and fuck anyone who has it end up in their area.

Squid. They’re much more social than octopodes. I for one welcome our new TEN tentacled overlords. Everyone knows ten tentacles is better than eight.

If there’s a jesus with powers in the first place, he could do the holy spirit thing that happened after his death where the apostles proselytized by speaking in languages they (previously) couldn’t to people who couldn’t understand the native tongue.

Sailboat, Caribbean, and all the food and sunsets in between as long as I can make it last. Maybe I’ll end it by heading straight at a hurricane, or maybe I’ll just try my luck at getting to Europe. It would be amazing to get to Gibraltar under sail from the Caribbean.