A heck-up from the neck-up.

Like this, right now, I couldn't find this reblog because Tumblr decided I needed to know what someone I don't even follow posted three days ago. Hmm, it's almost like the internet has taken on the guise of an overbearing auto salesman that follows you around the entire dealership, wasting both his time and your mental energy, the mental energy you save for not blowing up in his face about how pointless it is for him to follow you around asking questions about cars that cost more than your yearly salary when you clearly don't even have two nickels to rub together to keep yourself warm. But no, there he is, hounding you, keeping you in that car lot until you get so exasperated you tell him, when he asks you if you'd like to test drive this. I don't know. Fuckin'. Miata or whatever, that you don't have a license because the last car you drove you hit a car salesman and immediately sped into a river and as a result had your license taken and eaten by a bear for good measure and Gee, that car salesman sure looked a lot like this one does, what was that about test driving a car, sir? And you bat your eyelashes and smile with all the carefully restrained malice of a retail worker on Black Friday.

yeah they made tumblr a lot worse. there ARE ways to fix it a bit. but you've been gone so long that even those ways to fix it might feel worse than you remember

Old man yells at cloud, etc.

Like this, right now, I couldn't find this reblog because Tumblr decided I needed to know what someone I don't even follow posted three days ago. Hmm, it's almost like the internet has taken on the guise of an overbearing auto salesman that follows you around the entire dealership, wasting both his time and your mental energy, the mental energy you save for not blowing up in his face about how pointless it is for him to follow you around asking questions about cars that cost more than your yearly salary when you clearly don't even have two nickels to rub together to keep yourself warm. But no, there he is, hounding you, keeping you in that car lot until you get so exasperated you tell him, when he asks you if you'd like to test drive this. I don't know. Fuckin'. Miata or whatever, that you don't have a license because the last car you drove you hit a car salesman and immediately sped into a river and as a result had your license taken and eaten by a bear for good measure and Gee, that car salesman sure looked a lot like this one does, what was that about test driving a car, sir? And you bat your eyelashes and smile with all the carefully restrained malice of a retail worker on Black Friday.

me messaging a casual acquaintance: hello, how are you?