Clubhouse Blueprints

Yesterday I heard the newslady say "Chainsaw Man" and "Demon Slayer", talking about the box office.

This is cool. But I worry about parents freaking out once they discover..."things".

...keep them AWAY.

I felt a little bit sad doing this, but I had to do it. I'm trying to unify my gaming accounts. I use TheNeonBlueOwl so many places, and this was basically the last place it was. I also need to update my Xbox stuff. I don't own an Xbox, but I have an account.

Fuck it. I'm piercing my ears when the time comes.

Or not. I'm such a pussy.😂

I struggle. Okay. There's this rockstar inside of me, but part of me likes being plain.

I don't know. It depends on how I look after some sleep and good food. And products. I look like crap.

I don't want to look like a fruit. And I say that in a respectful way.

We'll see.

I'm such a controlled person. An earring is better than an STD. 😂

I just got back from seeing Tron: Ares. My sibling paid because I'm broke. He said I was shaking my legs and tapping my feet. I don't remember any of that.

I loved it.

I waited 45% of my time on Earth for this movie. I hope I'm not almost 50 before another one comes out.

My sibling had Scarface on last night.

I was like "They probably show this to ICE agents". 😄

I haven't had a speaker or headphone I've liked in over a decade and a half.

I hate time. Passionately.

I haven't checked my email since yesterday. I'm gonna have to open it by...at le...soon.

I'm not a butt kisser. But, uh...a very wealthy person in Chicago told the head of this organization that I'm a good writer. "For sure he writes well", or something like that.

....

What the hell am I still doing in poverty?

This is bizarre.

I used to be social.

Back in high school I was a regular at a Starbucks near my job.

This song was playing at that Starbucks. I asked the barista if they could tell me the name. They went to the back, came back, wrote it down for me. I wish I kept that.

The one person I remember from that Starbucks was named Ernie. It might have been him. Or not.

That was the Starbucks on Clark. Near CPS's old headquarters. Near that crane statue.

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I remember when I bought the movie KIDS at Borders. The cashier was wearing a jersey. Might have had braids. She said "That's a really powerful film".

That was on State Street.

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Around that same time I bought Terminator 1 and 2 at the F.YE. right off of State Street. The cashier was like...Irish? Scottish.

I told him how I never really watched either movie. That I'd only seen a bit of 2 when I was younger.

He said something like "You've never seen Termintor (or maybe he said Terminator 2). That's the best action movie ever".

To this day I think Terminator 1 and 2 are effing perfect.

...

Then Home Depot messed everything up. That job fucking traumatized me 😄.

It wasn't just Home Depot.

I still try to say good morning to strangers. But it's forced. Maybe.

Do I miss talking to cashiers? I don't know. Life isn't exciting like it was back then.

But all of these...I'm discovering things.

And I've ordered so much online, too. Other people, too. So these things aren't as likely. You know? I was thinking about that a day or two ago.

But do I miss doing things? Maybe...I don't know.

I just need some sleep. For sure.

I saw this at the store. Heh heh.

My body is so inflamed it's not even funny. I feel horrible. Look it too. My heart's getting weaker. This shit sucks. Excuse my language.

My life..."life" has been a mess.

I raised myself as an optimist. But I was low class trash. Society needed me to be things I wasn't.

I haven't posted a picture of myself in years.

Et cetera.

Heh heh.

My sibling is always calling me "white boy".

He threw a pack of crackers at me and said "For the people".

It took me a second to get it.

Then, while I was typing this he came near me and I said "You think you're so funny".

And he said "Your people"

Then he said he wanted to know why Thor was crying. I told him we have like two years to see if we'll get an answer.

It is what it is.

😄

I've been obsessed with my height lately after looking at my ID.

I am not five four. I don't know where that number came from.

But see this messes me up too. Because...I remember at a certain point I started having issues with nurses measuring me with shoes on, because...they add extra height. And I don't remember if I had my shoes on or off during this.

I would like to be five six. But I think I'm five five.

It can be really painful, looking back at old stuff online.

There's so much that's so obvious to me. Maybe other people can't see it...

I'm talking about things I wrote.

It's a snapshot, you know?

I had a feeling.

It's one of my favorite things in the world.

I've been using ChatGPT to put together a diet plan, and stuff.

I told it how I hate oatmeal, and asked it if I'd be able to tolerate natto, because I wanted to try it.

It seems to think it'll make me suicidal 😄

These are both like an anti-drug campaigns.