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200 chicks
199 chicks...
...and him!
cronkin' it 40 minutes before work and immediatly after eating a mega banana
my mother fuck lifestyle
robots are meant to replace workers it's kind of their whole thing. the automation of labor
cold take: they should (for as long as thry remain only machines) be doing the necessary hellish unpleasant work; not "art"
they should be fighting fires, and climbing telephone service towers, and welding offshore windfarms
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i want to make my partner's life as easy and gentle as possible. i make the bed, and do the dishes, and sweep the floor, and run and fold the laundr as close to 100% of the time as possible. i haven't started but i have plans and promises for furniture for our apartment.
i don't like this labor, but part of me feels that this is the only real way for me to express my love for them. it feels like everything else is frustrating for them or comes up short. they don't like sex. they put up with my cooking on the off day that i do cook, but usually they politely eat 2 or 3 bites and the rest is thrown away. i feel both like i don't listen and that when it's my turn to talk that i'm not heard.
i'd like to have a machine, or a number of machines do this work for me. i have things i'd rather do. but those machines that are so purpose built to suit the needs of my apartment do not exist. i'm waiting for a godot of my own it feels like.
i'm going to wait at least until the lease runs out, before i decide whether i want to break things off or not. i think i do love them, but that there's a gap there that i can't bridge. i'm hoping that something will change.

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it's 10:30 and i'm worried about being overbearing AND i'm worried that my partner doesn't love me. so thats no good :(
i should really be writing this in my notes app like i usually do when i'm getting this terrible cocktail of emotions, but right now i'd rather speak softly into Tumblr.com. A room full of the overpowering voices of everyone looking for the attention i'm craving from just one person. I'd rather that than to just tippy tap it out in the blue light of my phone screen lying next to them, hearing them softly breathing in and out, in that usual cold empty darkness of my bedroom.
i'm crying myself to sleep most nights now.
i try to talk to them, and ask them good questions, and i pay attention as best i can. I try my best to do all the household chores so the stress of their job isn't compounded by the work to be done at home. and they are nice to me. but it's not enough. i want them to pay attention to me. i want them to be interested in who i am.
and i might be waiting for that till instead of the inky blackness of my ceiling, it's the rotting cover of my coffin i'm stareing my eyes out at.
i'm sure they do love me.
and i'm not sure what that really means to me.
i want you to want me.
the water in this movie is breathtaking
so blobby and i guess literally alive
wow... my first post...
i'm so nervous...