PLUTO IS GOOFY’S PET A stranger hit my vape and mentioned she needs a roommate to make rent, although she doesn’t really want one. She also said she isn’t sure if she “deserves” to live alone and noted how fucked up that is - to wonder if one deserves to live the way one wants. She has an out - her certainty in America’s imminent demise, a catastrophe so big it would dwarf every other problem, including her roommate worry. Her hope is that when the nation collapses she’ll be spared the trouble of finding a roommate. I think that’s overly optimistic. The rent would triple.

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