Asbestos Cowboy

"my story is about planes" WRONG. my story is about what would happen if an essential piece of your identity broke free from the rest of you and got out, only to come right back and beat the shit out of you

i have now conclusively determined that altho my hiking shoes are great for walking in the uneven lands of Nature, when i wear them on the decidedly more flat landscapes of Queens, New York, and JFK Terminal 4, they unlock brand new levels of TFL pain

looking for a new car and im kinda between a few rn and genuinely i think the deciding factor is gonna be that this one dealership used chatgpt to write a description of the car

i just want like. a wristband or bracelet that has an nfc chip in it so i can do contactless payments with it instead of pulling out my wallet

shoutout to ticketmaster for not notifying me that tickets i had listed for sale actually sold back in October and if i hadnt gone in today to check what the seats were i would've bought fucking plane tickets to go to said concert, thinking "well, they havent sold, ill just fucking go"

i think the subconscious reason that i decided to grow out a beard is that i bought an electric shaver and it advertised like, "use our app, it has ai", and i used it a single time before that concept made me so mad that i had to throw it in the back of a drawer bc looking at it made me angry

trying out a packer/stp for the first time and im kinda glad ive waited this long to even consider it bc i can already tell its gonna be a long process of getting used to it, and in the past this wouldve been kinda distressing in the sense of "this isnt immediately what i wanted", but now im just finding it very funny that i've replaced the problem of "it looks like i have no dick" with "i think my dick looks too big"