Wait, It's Not Morning

dude.... the job market's in absolute shambles

I want to be the first person on the moon to shoot a sniper rifle at earth and hit a wasp nest.  my whole life so far is leading up to that moment

our new job launched its mandatory ai transcription program designed to streamline our workflow and not only does it melt down the moment it has to transcribe non-white customers but it keeps hallucinating the existence of a mysterious boy named dorian who shows up in every third call summary

No idea if this has been done

Why would I write when I could imagine my characters going through the story and then get upset when a copy of the work doesn’t magically appear in front of me

I thought someone was carrying a fake head on a stick, like a really basic puppet or something at first...

literally crying laughing at this

My experience of Tumblr so far is that it is a place that punishes never posting/re logging too much by subjecting me to the word "wowzer"

stopped by the fuck all store to get absolutely nothing I needed in one inconvenient trip

*"A TEST OF YOUR REFLEXES" followed by the sound a dodgeball makes when it hits you*

the most helpful thing i have ever seen from neurodivergent internet spaces is “THERE ARE OTHER TIMES OF DAY TO BRUSH YOUR TEETH”. this has genuinely saved me from executive dysfunction spirals so many times.