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i'm always operating under the belief that if i listen to enough music something will happen

the plot chickens (becomes scared of its one premise)

survived checking my bank account. i deserve a little treat

this had better not alter the Numbers in my bank account

by Talos this can't be happening

i saw this somewhere else but reply / tag what you did today so everyone can see that we all did something different today

bro last night was a real person fiction

I still can't believe ice cream trucks are a thing it's so funny

in the United States, occasionally a truck comes by your house and you can buy a disgusting popsicle for 3x the store price

and plays incredibly loud music, don't forget about the incredibly loud music

why is privacy so eroded. I get treated like a nutcase if I say no, I don't want strange companies taking pictures of my home and putting them online for maps or whatever. I don't want to be in the background of your tiktok, and I think it's weirder for you to assume I'm okay with it than it is for me to politely ask you to refilm it so my face isn't in the frame. I don't enjoy handing my employer a list of every online account I have and feeling under surveillance when I'm just shit posting or sharing pictures of my cats or garden harvest. I don't want to hear your private calls on speaker on the bus, esp when the person on the line doesn't know you're broadcasting their words to strangers. I don't want an algorithm guessing what will piss me off the most so I spend more time online, engaging with shit I don't want to see or hear out of outrage. I don't want any of this. it's total ass.

what doesn't kill you makes you stay on tumblr for 13 years and counting