boulders on my shoulders

I have female hysteria AND male loneliness

bitches hate me because of my.... bad personality.... paranoid nature... addictive tendencies......the torture basement.

me burning the candle at both ends: oobh i got plany off wick

taking out a loan for a very beautiful wooden spoon

the first person to turn an apple to sauce... what hubris. no other fruit gets this treatment. well, except for the wretched tomato. but that's a punishment, because the tomato is morally corrupt.

taking out my anger on the people who fuck up my day at work by scribbling scary and inhuman architecture on a piece of paper. once i get good enough at it they will go there in their dreams

*trying to explain to an undergrad why chatgpt is not going to be helpful here" it's not good with particularities... like it has the buddha nature. it truly no longer understands the distinctions between the ten thousand things. it's an enviable state of existence but one that is ill-suited for solving package dependency issues

there needs to be a i hate your stupid review you know nothing take this down now button on letterboxd 

clocking in for another day at the i dont wanna factory