Hi. Trying to break the Facebook addiction. It's not going so well. *shivers* I swear, though.. this is it. This is my time. I got this.

Welp, Squid Game S2 can be added to my list of traumas.

Who's ready for the series finale of America?

Are we all just here as a safe place for when Facebook goes tits up?

Whilst running on optimum hottage,
Engaging in frivolous frottage,
I was tempted to stall,
But alas, by last call,
I did coax forth the cheese of the cottage.

I love new candle day!

I should really try to clean this up and do something with it, this year, for Easter.

I'd be your... goblin assistant (?) if I wasn't 2000+ miles away. Hell, I helped you unpack some of that stuff.

My BlueSky feed is about 75% cat pics from complete strangers and I'm cool with that.

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Nobody:
Me to myself:

Is there a point in life when you can say "I know what I'm doing" and actually mean it? Whenever I say it, it feels like sarcasm. Because, for real, I have no fxcking clue. About anything. Ever.

Like, *ever* ever.

I feel like I don't understand BlueSky, but then, I never got Twitter, either. This is what the youngsters are doing now? My "Adulting For Idiots" books don't cover this, at all.

Now you suffer, too.

Fuck it.