@jasmin@autism101@actuallyautistic One of my gardening-clients would phone me up in the morning, dragging me out of bed, for what I can tell, no reason, except to drone on about her cunting life, as if I give a fuck, while I sit here in the cold, wishing I was in bed, or drinking coffee, or watching my favorite movie review show, going 'uh huh... uh huh... (PLEASE die now) ... uh huh... ooooo... uh huh (die b*tch die)..'