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I desperately need to vent, to rant, to scream, to cry. All of this. There is no space for it. Nothing safe. I can’t write what I want here, because it’s too public. I don’t have friends I can talk to about these things. I can’t afford a therapist. Facebook or twitter? More public. What […]
Couple things. One, apparently I look enough like an ass hole that nobody wants to sit next to me in a crowded theater. And B, the Martian is one of the best movies in a long, long time. Go see it. Well, you aren’t still reading, are you? Go see it already!