Oh, I'm fairly certain she's still writing it. I doubt it'll say anything complimentary about the psyches of vigilantes, but as far as I know, she's still writing it.

A taco doesn't have to be super spicy to be a taco. Don't pigeonhole tacos, Kate.

I need to be way more in her good graces to make that suggestion. Right now though I'll just take everyone coming out of this alive.

Who says resolutions have to be hard? Or even good for us?

Yeah. Maybe. God knows she deserves it. ... what about you? What will your imaginary break look like?

If you keep being mean to my stomach I'm not sharing my ice cream with you any longer.

It matters to be a good friend, too. We have that class to go to first. After that, if you don't have friends you'll see, then I'm sending Kirsten over to take you out. A class is only an hour or two, and I know Kirsten moves into friend mode fast, so. I can do both.

You made tacos into a painful experience, which is wrong on so many levels.

She might. You can strip and wear a serious face. [Is this a call for a chaperone? ... is that a bad idea if so?] Anyway, there's nothing funny about the amount of core strength pole dancing requires. I'm not saying it matters in gaining legal clients, but I'm not laughing at someone who dances on a pole all day.

I'm advocating on behalf of tacos, Kate. To be all the way to be.

I'm sure you could handle more spice than me, though.

I have nothing against high heels from a crowd perspective, I just don't want to put my feet through that. That sounds miserable. Can't I just hire your friend and admire them to do it for me? Deep commentary on how nobody should wear high heels. I'm all for that. Sneakers and loafers all around.

I will defend birria to my dying legal breath.

I can't handle an extreme, no. A well-balanced curry? Absolutely. But even those if they're meant to be on fire will make me cry. I'll eat a well-made one even if it hurts, but those challenges for the sake of it? Fuck no.

And my general spice tolerance level isn't 'ghost pepper fuck your shit' level.

I say support by boycotting heels, not wearing them. I'll definitely join in supporting a boycott.

I don't mind hot sauce, a little just goes a long way for me. So yeah, challenges designed just to be spicy for the sake of it aren't for me.

For the most part, nothing is 'too much' for me since I've gotten used to handling it all. That changes if I'm sick or injured, but on most normal days, I can block things out or deal with them. With that said, of course not all tastes, smells, and textures are created equal. Cheap sheets feel like sandpaper. Processed foods taste like sucking on chemicals. High pitched noises are to me what they are to dogs. That kind of thing. None of that incapacitates me, it's just not pleasant.

Sensible shoes exist, Kate. Wear sensible shoes. Make a statement in favor of sensibleness.

All those challenges seem dumb to me, whether I could eat the food or not.

I have sensitive skin. And you don't have to do that. I've been sick and survived in the past. I'm normally not in bed when I'm sick, anyway.

Whether you wear a bra or not is up to you. I wouldn't recommend wearing something that would result in flashing people unless it's a place that welcomes that, but one doesn't need to wear a bra to avoid going bare-chested. I just don't give a shit what people think, Kate. I realize I'm in the minority, but poking at different angles won't change my answer. I think there's a level of hygiene and personal boundaries to consider, in that I don't think either men or women should wander around everywhere naked. I also don't think they need to cover themselves in uncomfortable attire to not be naked. Both sentiments can coexist.

I'll take neither. I'm not going to welcome and applaud dumb just because it's not as bad as something else.

I'm fine. I don't get sick often.

I sometimes miss my first outfit. Just the black shirt and pants. It was a lot more comfortable. Then again, I kept getting more easily injured, so. Trade off.

Probably. People aren't thinking too critically these days.

... I don't know. I'm used to looking after myself. I've gotten good at it.

Who did do your suit? If it's not a secret. Are they able to create something more protective?

I'd like to think that, but people have voted the same shithead into office in the past, so. ... I'm sorry. I want to think well of people. I'm just tired.

I let Lucky sleep in my bed once. I don't know how much closer he and I can get after that, Kate.

Some suit makers prefer their privacy. They don't want the attention from enemies they might get, otherwise. And... while that is sweet of your friends, and I'm sure it's a great design, you really should have something more durable.

Yeah. It's important not to become disillusioned, though. No matter how hard that is.

I let you make me avocado toast. Even if you didn't have fresh lemons, a bit of chopped herbs, maybe some raw red onion to go on top of it. Which I am bringing by when this is over, for you to keep on hand. It won't go to waste.

I don't know of any, but I could ask the two suit makers I know if they'd be willing to share. I just kind of go in looking like shit and they sigh and make something better for me. I should probably ask more questions, but you know. They haven't killed me yet.

Yeah. It is. What's it about with you?

That sounds like a solid relationship to me.