You’d best strap in, because I am not stuck in here with you – you are trapped in here with me.

You and the horde of Republican domestic terrorist chucklefucks you’ve brought along for the ride – you will not break me.

I will help people.

I will make art.

I will find joy.

I will take care of myself and others.

And because I am a deeply flawed person, should we be lucky enough that any of these shitbirds keels over, I will be dancing on graves.

I will do something every day to annoy these terrorist twatwaffles. (Beyond just existing, even though that already annoys them – thought I may lean on it if it’s a busy day.)

I will annoy the everloving fuck out of all my elected representatives and yes, I will likely get myself on a watch list by emailing the White House every time they do something stupid or cruel. (Who am I kidding, I’m probably already on a list for all the times I’ve hollered at *this* administration.)

I will stick it to the man, gum up the works, fight the patriarchy, and probably say, “WE FUCKING TOLD YOU SO” a lot.

Tread fucking lightly, 2025.