Me when I get in a fight with J and he reminds me I don’t know how to fix, run, or maintain anything in our home without him and I have to act like I could totally do it if I put my mind to it so he knows I’m a grown woman.

When you are a silly boy and get into stuff you’re not supposed to so you poison yourself by accident and then cost your parents a small fortune at the vet to save your life and then you sleep for two days and wake up like you didn’t just poo on your mama at the vet yesterday.

The problem with writing my autobiography is that it’ll have to include entire chapters of evidence, receipts, and footnotes or people will assume it’s fiction.

Powerful stuff. We live in interesting times.

I wasn't tinfoiling about what happened to Tenet, but now I am.