(TN: Moon face on shitty filter background FTW. The clipping around her head is so bad it makes it look like a polyhedron from Final Fantasy 7.)
(Deep breath) It’s one of those days that I just want to crawl back in bed and cover my head (TN: so… like every other day you spend in your bed? All day? Because you’ve admitted to that?) and just stay there. (Shifty eyes, awkward pause, huff) I feel like the world is burning. We’re on the verge of war. (TN: Nope, not in Alabama you’re not. You want to feel war, we can drop-ship you to Ukraine.) Everybody is burnt out. (TN: Transcriber is feeling dandy as fuck and not burned out at all. And not burnt out, either - my innards are entirely whole and unburned. Oh, shifty eyes and awkward pause.) There’s not enough money for anyone to do anything it feels. (TN: Transcriber went on a pleasant bicycle ride today. Total cost - $0. Shifty eyes, awkward pause. And tons of clipping. Holy shit, it’s distracting.)
Florida’s removing books from schools. (TN: ah yes, the removal of books in classrooms triggered by concerned parents at school board meetings who actually /read/ these books and found them inappropriate. Sure, I’m against book bans as well… but NOTHING IS STOPPING PEOPLE FROM HAVING THESE BOOKS IN THEIR HOMES. ‘Me and My 2 Dads’ can be in your home. Just not in the classroom. Putz. Shifty eyes, awkward pause) Multiple places are making more rules against (pause) the alphabet Mafia
(TN: LMFAO Can we just appreciate how she’s called the LGBTQ+ community the Alphabet Mafia? Alphabet Mafia is the terminology utilized by those who stand AGAINST the LGBTQ+ community (or, in some cases, against certain aspects of it, such as the overbearing Q+ demolishing LGB(and legitimate T) being taken seriously by society and infringing on the rights of women and children. HOW TERF OF YOU, PISSA. HOW ANTI-ALLY OF YOU. I am dying. Thank you for the legitimate laughter.)
and against women’s bodies and (LOOOOOOOONG awkward pause and shift eyeballs) you got AI saying they don’t think humans should live (TN: that’s been going on since forever. Have you never watched any movie from 1968 onward, Pissa? 2001? Terminator? War Games? Or maybe just listen to environmentalists from the 1960s on who’ve been saying we deserve to be extinct so animals may thrive (and continue to go extinct, because that does naturally happen)) and they hope they can one day fix that. (TN: The stupidest face ever is ruined by much background clipping through her filtered blubbery mass. Unfortunate. Shifty eyes, awkward pause)
And then I get new neighbors (TN: raccoon lady has made her escape! I hope you remembered to take your cinderblocks. Fair winds and following seas, our hero! Awkward pause, shifty eyes) that I don’t do good with change. And I hope they’re cool people. (Awkward pause, shifty eyes) And my other neighbor is moving and I’m just like (TN: she looks like a retarded toddler about to sob here. It’s comical.) she’s been here 4 years and I’ve been here 5.
(awkward pause, shifty eyes - what the actual fuck is to your right/our left, Pissa? Your script?)
(EXTENDED LONG PAUSE. Sigh.) I am on low energy. Low battery. (TN: She must be out of Mello Yello. No help has come. Send money now, shitlords, her PayPal/venmo/cash app/whatever is in the description. Awkward pause, shifty eyes) Struggling to put it all together today and then I go out this morning… well, I didn’t go out this morning. (TN: Get your story straight before you turn on the camera, you moron) My husband went out first and came back and then I went out (TN: Shaddup with your dumb rambling and get to your point, idiot). My mailbox got knocked over last night. (TN: It’s impressive that she slept through that shit. Oh, deep sigh here.)
(Looooong fucking pause, shifty eyes, rolls eyes, groans) Great. Try call my landlord. He didn’t answer the phone. (TN: Put it back up yourself, you lazy sack of fuck. It’s not hard. If you and Joh can uproot most’ve your front yard for your sad survival garden, you can dig a hole for the post and ram that shit back into the ground. A bag of quickcrete and boom, done.) Shock. (TN: Goodness knows, I wouldn’t pick up the phone seeing your number, too.) Maybe it’s because it’s Saturday (TN: …. Ya think?!!?) I’ll try again Monday. (TN: OR FIX IT YOURSELF, YOU INCOMPETENT FLEABRAINED BABOON!!! You can find step-by-step directions on how to install a mailbox on YouTube! Look it up!!!)
I’ve gotta go to the Dollar Tree and get a few things here in (a) little while (TN: NO ONE CARES). I’m tired. It’s a bad physical day. (TN: Transcriber would like to pass on to all of you that the transcriber is flipping off the laptop monitor because the transcriber has already PL’d about actual fucking disability as opposed to ‘wah I’m fat and I hurt because of fat’ disability for gibs. You’re well enough to sit and film after sleeping so hard you weren’t roused by someone plowing into your mailbox, Pissa. Piss Off.) It’s bad mental health day.
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I don’t want to do this. (TN: Why didn’t you fuckwads order shit off her Amazon Wishlists for her? Assholes!) But that’s where I’m at. (TN: Because no help came!!)