05/17/2026

Getting miserably fucked up on copious amounts of booze and weed whilst thinking of a life you want to acquire is so humbling. I still remember last night somehow. The way my head reeled from the liquor and everything fuzzed from the weed. It's a strange thought how people can think I'm so amazing without knowing that side of me.



I want to own a farm in the Great Plains. Probably somewhere rural closer to South Dakota, although that depends on further research. I want horses, cows, chickens, and most importantly, bison. I've already began saving for this impossible goal, considering the economic difference between the 1900s and now. Usually this type of wealth is only heritable, but I need to do it. Life in rural Great Plains with my bison is the end goal and I will die before I give that up.