All I want out of life now is to live in an old house in a safe area with lots of trees, maybe close to the ocean, and find an adorkable idk professor or librarian or w/e to be my travel companion and settle down with me in my old house with a dozen cats and dogs.
But no, instead I’m stuck in stupid Denton in a stupid one bedroom that barely fits the dog and cats I have now all by myself dealing with stupid crap because everything I touch just gets screwed up in the dumbest way possible.
The Paradox Machine 