i'm like the weather

i am a girlboss i am a war criminal i am a lunatic . i am clinically insane & the next virgin mary & i am never going to die

I can do cinamtography with my eyes

my ideal job would be working in an ice cream shop and scooping ice cream out of big tubs but never having to talk to anyone

in my fantasy you can walk into my store where there is a selection of blindfolds for you to choose and put on and then railing for you to follow where you will stand and wait while i inspect you. this involves sniffing for Bad Scent, general mood tracker and aura color. if i seen you worthy i pat you on the shoulder and you continue forwards to the counter. there’s a platform there for you to indicate when to stop. i am behind the counter where i dip my ice cream scoop into hot water and shake the excess off. i gaze over the selection of ice cream and scoop out the flavours i have already predetermined for you. the decision is mine alone. i craft you an ice cream. i lay it all out in my head.. waffle cone.. chocolate base.. vanilla on top.. the blue ice cream i’ve never tested and i don’t know what flavour it is.. strawberry.. i take the ice cream and i tip it upside down into the chocolate and dip it swiftly, then rotate it for an even coat. there is a little nub at the top of the ice cream from the drip. i smile. before it dries too much i coat the top half of the ice cream in nuts and apply a single fake cherry. you won’t enjoy the cherry. i close my eyes and inspect the blueprint in my mind before reopening them and comparing it to the ice cream before me. my body heat is starting to effect it and the chocolate has slightly melted inside. this was all to plan. i now turn towards you and take your hand. i place it upon mine. we have a moment of silence. i place the ice cream into your hand. i hold it for a second. i indicate through shaking on the platform that your order is complete. you exit to your right. you may now remove your blindfold and pay at the exit. you pay afterwards, it’s a flat price of 9.57$. the ice cream is perfect, yet confusing. the cherry is disgusting and you drop it on the ground as you aren’t a very kind person. i am already serving the next customer. this is my design

I wish I lived in that little glass box room that houses the Walgreens logo.

Gamer guy: isn’t it weird that the richer a video game company gets the lower quality their products become? Like, every studio that made good high quality games when they were small now makes shitty boring soulless games only made to appeal to the lowest common denominator? I think feminism is causing this.