Personally I imagine what shitty unforfilling lives they must have to be the way they are. Then I aim to outlive them. Outlive them life span wise, in happiness, in forfillment, goals, and everything!

Experience a picturesque white Christmas. This is coming from someone in California where it’s Decembe 4th right now and 76 degrees. Never experienced snow.

Fiction of rubber against rubber. Likely to tear both.

Healthy pleaser has been butternut squash and harvest veggies soup. Favorite junkier soup is cheesy lasagna soup.

The idea of an after life. I like the idea of seeing pets and people I love again. But do I stricky believe that? No. I look at it as a vague inconsiquential thought that brings comfort. It doesn’t change how I live my life or my atheist beliefs.