sorry for being english

My mom likes to tell me about how when I was a little kid riding public transport with her I'd always smile and giggle and chat with weird old ladies who smelled like cat pee and homeless folks and strangers dressed in bizarre outfits but any time a tidy and respectable businessman in a suit and tie waved at me I'd immediately clam up, and she takes a great deal of pride in my supposed inherentability to clock personalities but the truth is I do vaguely remember those bus rides, and it was never about the clothes or the hair or the smell, but more because everyone "strange" asked interesting questions and listened to what I had to say and seemed to think about what I said while the neat and tidy and rigid folks only ever acted like they were going through the motions, which was boring as hell and also pretty annoying

another win for bandcamp! and friendly reminder about Bandcamp Fridays, the first friday of every month, when the platform waives its fees so more money goes directly to the artists youre supporting, and often they run charity drives as well

Pokemon as sentient creatures being carried around in tiny inert silent pocket-sized balls not attached to anything is soooo fucked up stupid scary like canceling my level 67 Charizard's vet visit next week because me and the lads got drunk bar-hopping and Char's pokeball rolled under some seats on a subway car sometime between 11 pm and 2 am we think maybe. He's not in transit lost-and-found so the police think I'm better off just staring fresh with a new Charmander.