Sometimes I love Earth, and sometimes I wish a benevolent tribe of aliens would invite me onto their ship and take me away to a better planet. One with endless resources, nice people, no climate disasters, and no homework. Better yet, the aliens tell me that I'm actually one of their own and that they sent me down to Earth for a recognizance mission and wiped my memory of my home planet so I'd be fully immersed. But then I'd be safe in the warm embrace of home. A girl can dream.
Remember when we were all planning a "storm" on Area 51 back in 2019 when we had fewer things bigger than that to occupy ourselves with? Those were simpler times. Now, if I stormed Area 51, I'd feel sorry for those loose aliens that they had to spend so much time here. Then I'd sneak in one of their pieces of luggage. And show them these memes.
