Scribbles and Bits

Mori: we have a rule here: when something terrible happens, we must resist the urge to go numb and paralyzed, and instead reinforce our bonds to others and do SOMETHING to build morale and fight back, if only in our own minds.

So when that Big Buttfucking Bill passed and I found out early because Social Security sent me an ass-licking email lying about how Trump was personally benefitting ME, I was pissed, and I ranted to my roommates: “I AM GOING TO EAT THIS MAN IN EFFIGY.”

And they said, “sounds good, can we join?”

( WHY YES YOU CAN. )

 Hey guys. We have discussed some of this under lock but now can go public: we fled our housing on Monday and have been couch-surfing and housesitting since then. A housemate became so awful that living out of our backpack was less stressful. That's why we did our poll and such early.

We have a new place lined up in record time, but will likely be juggling double rent for a while. I'm just saying, if you've been considering buying some stuff from us, now would be a very good time. (Er, digital goods preferred. Shipping paper books will be nigh-impossible in the interim.)

If you're interested in possibly being part of the future moving party in Boston, please let us know.

 Power back on! Heat remains in progress.

Shamelessly spent last night with friends on their spare bed. Zero shame about sleeping somewhere neither dark nor cold. A+ soul recharging activity.

Mori and Biff are now scavenging all the Tupperware they can find, preparing to do battle with the mice and pantry moths. All food must be contained, labeled, and organized. ALL OF IT. The household is joining forces to deep clean the house. Our force will be irresistible. The moths and mice shall be defeated!