Good goat times today. Dark and rainy day. Good thing i brought my raincoat. Rained all day, so it was a day to stay in with the furfries. Juggling the three goats in two compartments. Got them seperated for a lot of the time with Bella and Luna in the bedroom and Sky in the front room. And then I could take some turns sitting with each of them. Worked out pretty well. But i wouldn’t mind some unshine and spring soon.
Hopefully going out in the cold rain won’t bring back any lingering sickness. Feeling pretty fine right now, just tired. And ready to warm up with some soup.

27/1 2025
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With my favourite SkyGirl.

27/1 2025
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Gotta give time to the big girls too.

27/1 2025
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goatlog

28/1 2025
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There should be a running joke of Gandalf just calling everyone fools all the time.
Fetch me my mail, you fools!
Fool of a Baggins, fry me some eggs!
Close the door when you go to the bathroom, you fools!
Do not ever wash my hat, you fools!
And so on and so forth.
28/1 2025
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Got an hour twenty five on the bike today. Plugging along. I’m all out of cheese and banana chips. Putting all my effort into not buying more benny and jermaine’s iced creams. Trying my best. Have to get back in shape because I have a feeling these days we’ll all be having to get our loving on the run.
28/1 2025
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Barely a week in office and he’s already out golfing. Shocking, I know!
Well, when you got your billions from the memecoins there’s no need to pretend to be working.
I am sure he doesn’t give two shts about the politics. All the evil sht they’re doing now, I bet he barely knows what’s going on. As long as he gets his two scoops then he’ll let Elon and all the other roman saluters just do their thing. What does he care about trans people or abortions.Whatever sells bibles.
Actually, what is even the point of a government? Isn’t easier to just have one guy signing executive orders for everything. That’s a lot easier. And declare everything a national emergency so you can have emergency powers to do whatever you want.
I declare this turd a national emergency, ima wreck this toilet.
And don’t get me started on the tareefer madness.
Alright I’m done.

28/1 2025
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Razorsharp focus on goats, that’s me.

28/1 2025
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A lot of hay for a little Sky.

29/1 2025
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Well, in case you’re keeping count, another family member in the hospital now. My mother has been admitted. I talked with my dad, and this is of course one of the problems with the advancing alzheimer’s. He couldn’t remember exactly why my mother was in the hospital. She wad admitted this morning. I don’t think it’s anything very serious, but it’s obviously not good in any case. Dad promised to write down the details next time he talked to her, so I can get some more information too.
My brother is still in the hospital, but it sounds like he’s doing fine and he’s mostly staying there because his apartment is being renovated. So hopefully he will be home soon.
But yeah, two out of four in the hospital. Dad with his alzheimers me with my diabeetus. Good thing we have that Danish health care. Good thing we don’t live in a country without great health care but where the government is still trying to make it worse still.
Blabla.
But hopefully it’ll be okay.
29/1 2025
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Talked to my mom on the phone. she had problems breathing this morning. Turns out she had pneumonia. I am not quite sure if she’s getting over it or right in the middle of it. But that’s why she ended up in the hospital. She’s getting oxygen through the nose, she said when they try to turn it down then she starts having trouble breathing again. So she still need the oxygen. She’s hoping to get back home in a few days. Well taken care of, thank you Danish health care.
Oh and thank you everyone for the facebook cares. I appreciate you care about me and my family.
29/1 2025
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Good goat times today. Grey and dark day. But thankfully it kept dry, and temperatures just a notch over the coldness we’ve been having. So that’s something.
The major event of the day was the neighbour school kids bringing a christmas tree for the goats. Finally! I was beginning to think we weren’t going to get any trees this year. Jeanette hasn’t been able to ‘borrow’ any pine from her neighbour either. But finally today the goats got to snack on pine. Yum yum. Evergreen, until teh goats get at them
Then it was ome and an hour plus change on tthe bike. Starting to see the numbers on the scale come down a little, so that’s good. Work work work. And now for something competely different. It’s. Soup.
30/1 2025
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Three goats and a christmas tree.
Good to see Sky going at it with the big girls. She did withdraw after a bit, and I snapped off a few branches and brought them to her so she could get more pine. That eaerned me a cheer from one of the teachers with the kids who brought the tree. She appreciated that i was looking out for Sky.

30/1 2025
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Listneing to Moby Pod, Moby talking about his history with David Lynch. And Moby does an impression of David Lynch opening the door and going “Moby, I brought soup”
Awwww yeah.
30/1 2025
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Luna! Pull yourself together, girl.

30/1 2025
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Boundaries, Luna! Boundaries!
31/1 2025
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Finally some better news. My mother is back home from the hospital. She still sounds a little rough, but she’s home and breathing. So that’s good. Happy she’s home, for my dad’s sake too. I was a little worried about him being on his own for so long, but hopefully it’s all good now. I think my brother is coming home soon too.
And can you believe January is on its last day? Feels like the whole year has been crammed into one month. But oh boy there’s 11 more of those suckers to go before the year is over. That’s a … that’s a fact.
31/1 2025
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Hey hey! Thank you so much Joan Desirée Thaisen Lowe for the beautiful card, and the beautiful words! You got me a little teary eyed. You are one of my closest friends, and I mean that in a geographical sense because you’re one of the few Danish friends I have haha. But also, because you’re one of the remaining ones from when I first got on the internets and started actually relating to human people again. You have always been special to me and I appreciate you, and I love your family too. I know, like mine, you have your struggles. Lots of love to you all. Thank you for everything.

31/1 2025
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A little book report. As you may, or may not, recall, I went looking for recommendations online for books where “things aren’t as they seem”. I’ve finished the first two that I found, and loved them both.
The first was Time Out Of Joint by Philip K Dick. Great exmple of a .. constructed reality. And I love that feeling of discovering that your world isn’t what you think. It reminds me of the feeling in a lucid dream, when you realise that you’re dreaming and that the world around you is fabricated by your mind. I find that endlessly fascinating.
The second book I loved even more. Piranesi by Susanne Clarke. Really loved that one. One of my favourite reads in a long long time. Gave me feelings like the first time I read Murakami, 1Q84. I highly recommend it if you like that sort of fantasy and mystery and gateways between realities, another thing I love and the dreamlike.
I so wish i could go to the labyrinth, the endless house and listen to the tides coming in. Beautiful, touching and wonderful experience. The narrator of the audiobook was fantastic as well. Not sure if I would have loved it as much if I’d read a physical copy, but that’s all theoretical.
I also feel it’s a good one for Twin Peaks fans. Not related to it, but there’s definitely a lodgey feeling to some of it.
After finishing those two I have started Cujo by Stephen King, because I still want to go through the old Kings I haven’t read. Pretty sure I never read Cujo, although it feels familiar because it’s so prevalent in pop culture. After that I’ll proceed with some of the other “tings aren’t as they seem” novels I found.
I sure wish this world wasn’t as it seems, or that that I could find the pathways to other realities. I sure wish.
At least I have books, those are sort of gateways to other realities. But like dreams, they don’t last. My only criticism of Piranesi is that I wish it would have gone on for longer.
31/1 2025
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Got an hour forty on the bike today. I am really back in the groove of exercising. Going well. I adjusted my intervals a bit. I was doing one minute intervals, one minute high intensity, one minute low. But the reality was that my high intensity intervals usually ended about 45 seconds because I could rarely go longer than that. So it ended up being 45 second high and then 1;15 low. So instead I switch to 45/45. 45 seconds of high intensity followed by 45 seconds recuperation. That seems to really work for me. Gets me to the edge of failure and then keeps going.
Fascinating, i know.
And on non biking days I have started using my dumbbells. They’re just two 5kg ones, and jud for 5-10 minutes. Nothing too hard. But just to get the pulse going and work on the muscles. Gotta increase the muscles to improve metabolism and the sugar burning.
Ok ok I’ll stop.
But the exercising is going well. Still working on the diet, trying to find a good balance. Keeping calories low enough to be in a deficit most days, but with room a pizza once a week and some nice things. Tthe last week I have lost some good weight, so that’s encouraging. If I can keep that working then I’m on the right track.
Today soup, tomorrow pizza. No B&J’s or banana chips. That’s the plan.
1/2 2025
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Looks like Sky is absolutely flabbergasted that I haven’t given her a treat yet.

1/2 2025
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goatlog

2/2 2025
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Got a protein & pepsi delivery today. And then a pizza delivery. Big PPP energy today.
And last night I dreamt I was in a constructed reality. I guess my subconscious reacted to my writing about constructed reality in books. It wasn’t a lucid dream, I didn’t know I was dreaming. In the dream I just slowly discovered that.. things weren’t as they semed. I don’t really remember the details but I think it was like aliens or some sht like that, and they were trying to get information from me so they had inserted me into some fabricated reality. Maybe it was the Matrix. Anyway, it was a pretty scary dream actually, close to a nightmare. But you know, I still enjoy a good nightmare. Well you know now if you didn’t already. As long as it’s not about goats in pain, then i enjoy a sad or scary dream.
Okay, back to the pizza. Mama didn’t raise no quitter.
2/2 2025
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Play stupid tariff games, win stupid tariff prizes.
2/2 2025
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That’s all for now.

Good goat times today. A beautiful, sunny day. But freezing cold. Still, it’s good to see the sun.
I think Luna was in heat today. She was snorting and grunting. It always cracks me up when she gets like that. I don’t think i’ve ever seen Bella or Sky like that. I still think there may be a little buck in Luna, just a little.
We went out into the back area, behind the chicken coop. The goats aren’t usually allowed to go there, but I let them through the gate and as Jeanette said we “did some sightseeing”. Because the goats don’t get to go there usually, it’s pretty untouched. No fresh greens of course, but lots of leaves on the ground and branches and stuff. The goats enjoyed foraging through all that.
And I went over to the chicken’s caged yard. Got my first real good close look at the newfeathers. Out in the light. There’s a couple of little white ones. Jeanette has mentioned that one of them is really fast and really scared, she almost escaped once when she got out and ran and tryied to squeeze through a fence. She JUST couldn’t make it through the fence and Jeanette got her, otherwise she may have never been caught.
There’s a couple of the new ones that I think looks a lot like Red Sonja. That might get complicated if they’re ever all allowed to go out together. But hopefully I’d still be able to recognise Sonja, if nothing else than by her behaviour. It’s been a while since she’s hung out with the goats, though.
But a lovely time with the goats, and now I’m ready to warm up with some soup.
20/1 2025
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The sun rising over the Sky.

20/1 2025
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Today is a great day. As I am sure you’re all aware and in agreement. Because today is my brother’s birthday. And that’s all that’s worth noting about today. Happy birthday, Peter.
Unfortunately they news aren’t so good. He was doing better after having his right hip replaced. But he’s in the hospital now. The nurse who came to check on him found him sluggish and hard to get through to and get to move around. Not sure of the details. But eventually he was admitted to the hospital. Apparently there was an infection in the wound. I am not sure if that’s what caused his unresponsiveness. But they’re cleaning that out and hopefully he will be better soon. They’re trying to find a physical therapist or place for him to get him with rehabilitation after the surgery.
So that’s not exactly how you want to be spending your birthday. But as long as he gets better, many more days to make up for it.
20/1 2025
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20/1 2025
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Congratulations, you finally made America gross again.
20/1 2025
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It’s a new day, it’s a new dawn. Full of beauty and full of horror. I will try to look at the beauty. And appreciate those who fight the horror.

21/1 2025
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goatlog

21/1 2025
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Got an hour forty on the bike today. Good to sweat out some frustrations. And cheese.
Unfortunately I still have cheese. I’m going to use the last to make two grilled cheese sandwiches today and then I’m going to try my darndest to get back on track with proper eating along with the exercising. Because yeah I am still struggling. When my mental health is failing then I just binge on anything unhealthy within arms length. That’s why I can’t be allowed to have anything unhealthy in the house.
I just need more soup. Maybe a parental lock on the fridge.
21/1 2025
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It must be such a relief to be able to just openly do nazi salutes in public now, no longer having to hide it.
Like gay or trans people being able to be their genuine selves without fear of repercussion or malice. I mean, in theory. Some day, right?
But don’t worry, TikTok is unbanned, your eggs will be cheap and the trains will run on time.
21/1 2025
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How about them goats. Yeah.

21/1 2025
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Maybe the fact that I live in a country where our government is now preparing the population for what to stock up on in case you know, in case civilzation collapses. Maybe that clouds my judgment.
It’s only a few years ago that I’d have laughed if you said Denmark would be in a war, at least a war on the homefront. I can’t laugh at that anymore. Would it be Russia attacking NATO? Would it be America trying to take Greenland? I don’t know. Seeing what has happened to America and seeing Don’s kids coming to Greenland to rile up people and seeing Elon coming to Europe and meddling in the big nation’s poltiics, it’s not something you can just shrug off. It’s not nothing.
I don’t know if Americans can really appreciate what it’s like to have the leader of the greatest country on Earth being ready to use military force against your country.
I don’t think Elon is an actual nazi. I don’t think Trump is Hitler. But that doesn’t mean they can’t do tremendous damage to the world. To people.
I have trans friends, I have friends with medical needs. Friends who are suffering and scared. I know what Elon’s salute signalled to them. I know what it signals to certain segments of society. Not just in America, but in Europe, and other places. I think a super genius should be smart enough to realise that.
Most of all I don’t think someone should be able to buy their way to such power in such a way as it has happened.
Even if I give him the benefit of the doubt and say he was just sending his heart out to his people. I wish they would have a heart for the people suffering and in need.
If the world is burning, making salutes will just stoke the fire, not put it out.
It pains me to see christians wanting to check passports before deciding if people are worthy of compassion and help. It pains me to see people blame Biden for inflation when there’s the same inflation in my paradise. We top the happiest people lists, but i can tell you everyone here is complainign about inflation and shrinkflation and gas prices. It pains me to see the glee of victors, not glee over the victory but glee over the suffering of the losers. It pains me to be on a social media platform that instructs you to not discriminate against republicans but to go ahead and call trans people mentally ill and women objects. To hear the owner of the site say corporations need more masculine energy when the vast majority of people in charge are men. Change the name of twitter to x, change the gulf of mexico. Jesus christ the stupidity. And that’s just the distraction from the real damage.
Blablablablablabalbalbalblbldfldfgb
Most of all I am just struggling. In my life, my family, the world. I honestly didn’t think I’d live to see 2025, and I honestly don’t want to see the future of this world. I have always had a dark and depressed mind, and it is breaking, I don’t know how long it can keep breaking before it shuts down. Maybe that’s why I am searching for books where things aren’t as they seem. I need this world to not be as it seems. I need someone to unplug the matrix, wake me from the coma, tell me you’re all aliens and this is just an experiment. I need a gateway to another reality, a closet to Narnia, I need a ripple in time, i need to ride a comet into the milkyway.
I need some fkn sleep.
I need to focus on the good things I do have, and ignore the bad. I don’t have any genes to carry on, when I am gone you’re all on your own. I need to appreciate what I have and hope everything else sorts itself out. There probably won’t be war in Denmark, so I’ll probably be fine.
Anyway. Sorry for the ramble. No one should listen to me. I am ignorant and naive. But I do have cute goat posts, so I hope I can get back to focusing on that. For those who still like them. Thank you everyone who is here so I don’t have to be alone with my thoughts.
Tomorrow is another day, if experience has taught us anything.
21/1 2025
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*startles awake in bed*
I had the most horrible nightmare that I was being whiny and hysterical and rambling on the internet.
“Don’t worry dear, it was just a bad dream”
*turns over slowly and sees Elon Musk sitting next to me in the double bed*
*startles awake screaming in bed*
22/1 2025
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Tbh I’m still shocked Felicity cut her hair.
22/1 2025
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The newfeathers in their caged area. I think it’s Red Sonja in the bottom right, but I am not completely sure.

22/1 2025
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My Danish soccerballsport club has bought Beavers from America. I hope American Beavers will be very succesful in Denmark.
22/1 2025
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Good goat times today. I am glad I got out. I was not feeling good yesterday and I had sort of decided that I as probably just going to spend 15 hours in bed and sleep it all away. But I woke up around the time I’d usually start getting ready to goat, and I managed to talk myself out of bed and got going.
A snow day today. Not a huge amount, but enough to cover most surfaces. Temperatures right around freezing, and wet snow or sleet coming down. Not the most pleasant weather. But it’s always good to be with the goats. Mostly stayed inside today of course. And we had visitors. The regulars from the neighbour school. Always happy to see Beren coming up to us. “Can pet animals?” “Can hug Luna?”. She’s so sweet. She really seems to love the goats.
Jeanette got the campfire going and made pancakes with the kids. It’s nice when the real world is being nice.
Now, it’s a good winter’s day for some soup.
23/1 2025
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Obligatory snow pics.

23/1 2025
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We did have a little mishap today. Beren got bitten.
No, not by one of the goats. But by one of the other kids. I didn’t see it, but I heard the commotion. And Beren crying a lot. Aw, so sad. And then the adults dealing with it, explaining to the boy who did it that it was wrong and things like that. I don’t think she got really hurt, apparently he bit her in the arm, and they were wearing winter coats. But pretty sad hearing Beren cry likle that, she’s such a sweet girl. She’s probably the visitor who loves the goats the most, and the fact that she’s visually impaired obviously endears her to me. Always happy to see her.
In other news today, I came home after goating and did an hour on the bike. Really need to work off all the bloat. I have been spiralling. After the grilled cheese sandwiches two days ago I followed up with pizza yesterday. Stupid. I was so full I wasn’t even hungry, but I still craved it. It’s going to take a couple of months to work off the weight that I’m gaining from all the feelings I have eaten recently. It has not been the best of times and I have not had much willpower. But at least I’m exercising. And I’m out of cheese. Now I just have to make sure not to buy more cheese or Ben and bjs or banana chips or agh.
Staaarting.. NOW. Now. n n n now!
I did manage to say no when Jeanette came over and offered me a pancake. If I hadn’t been feeling so bloated I probably would have taken it, I love her campfire pancakes with strawberry jammmm
starting NOW.
23/1 2025
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Turns out the cost of eggs was your decency, a high price to pay indeed.
23/1 2025
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Diving into the breakfast bowls.

23/1 2025
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goatlog

24/1 2025
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Welp. I’m not feeling too great. Massive headache, my voice is getting a little hoars, my nose a little clogged. Other than the headache I’m feeling fine, but hopefully it’s just aftereffects of being out in the snow. And not the start of something worse. Probably just a little headcold.
In othernews, my brother seems to be doing okay again. He’s staying in the hospital, but it sounds like it’s mostly because he’s having work done in his apartment and so they’re letting him stay in the hpspital to keep an eye on him and letting apartment work get done. Two birds one stone. It’s sometimes a little hard to get details from my dad. as you can imagine. He just can’t remember a lot of things.
Thank you everyone for caring about my family.
24/1 2025
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Tired and achey. Depressed and sad over the world. Eating too much and bloated. Life of the party, as always.
But on the bright side, Norm Macdonald just appeared on my snl rewatch. So that’s something.
24/1 2025
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Sorry not sorry

25/1 2025
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I don’t just get greeted by goats in the morning. I often also have a choir of crows singing me along. A murder of them.
This was on Monday. I started filming just as their murder died down. If I had started filming 30 seconds earlier you would have really heard the loudness. In some goat videos you can hear them in the background too. Sounds like a million crows.
25/1 2025
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I’m feeling a lot better today. Almost no headache, I think my voice and nose are pretty much ok. Hopefully yesterday was just aftereffects of the cold.
I felt good enough today to get on the bike and do an hour fifteen. So that’s good. I thought I’d do a low intensity one, but I felt strong enough to really put some effort in. Had to tell myself to stop and get off the bike instead of going for longer. Don’t want to overdo it.
But it’s good to be back in regular exercise. My diet has really crashed this year. I have put on more weight than I should have allowed. I knew it would go up over the holidays, but I didn’t quite expect the total spiral of world being on fire, literally and metaphorically, along with family stuff and some on off sickness. It’s gotten quite out of hand.
But the good thing is there’s still a couple of months till T-shirt weather, and I’m starting out at a lower place than usual and I am much more aware of how to lose weight and eat better. So hopefully I can get it going and do well. I think I can. As long as nothing bad happens, let me just go check the neeeeeeewwwwwnoooooooooo
Lemme dive into soup.
25/1 2025
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Hey hey! Thank you so much Beverly Fish for the lovely card! Just in time for.. Pre-February! Haha. I appreciate you thinking of me. Merry January!

25/1 2025
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The Mad Hatter at the head of the table, surrounded by crypto bros and Cthulhu cnuts..
When mercy becomes a dirty word to the evangelicals, you know the wolves have led the sheep astray. They’re throwing us like fish to the pelicans. Over the cliff we go, did anyone remember to pack the parachutes?
25/1 2025
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A little berryfall for the Keiko level subscribers.
26/1 2025
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Man, Timothée Chalamet is adorable. I just want to pick him up and put him in my pocket and walk around with him like I’m Paris Hilton and he’s a chihuahua.
26/1 2025
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If this post gets 5000 likes I’ll stop doing these.

26/1 2025
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Love a lil goofyluna

26/1 2025
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That’s all for now.