Wednesday, February 12, 2025

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  Wednesday, February 12, 2025




It's been raining. It's cold and damp outside. I've already placed the trash and recycling out for tomorrow. I'm watching a classic cartoon called Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles on Paramount. I like to watch old cartoons. I have some of them on DVD.


I am going to the library in the morning.


Friday morning I have some free produce to go after. There's also the Autism program at the library in the town across the river from my community.



Saturday night is the Queer Game Night.



There's some classic movies like Toy Story that I want to watch. 


I keep thinking about where I'd want to live. I'd like to live in a city again. Maybe New York or Chicago? I would also like to travel full-time in a Grounded Campervan. I was thinking that it would be nice to have a tiny home on land somewhere and a Grounded Campervan to travel in while not home.


It would be great to have a boyfriend. 


I want to work remotely and travel the country.

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