How do people even associate hotels with fucking? Every other time I'm in a hotel, I discover some new and horrific form of mold, or just the most baffling kind of neglect.
...
I should call her.

Sometimes I think it'd be cool to have chocobos in real life, then I remember the smell of chicken shit, and the volume of horse shit, and... I'm good.

Using Claude to rubber duck NPCs for my D&D sessions feels like functionally leveraging AI psychosis. I've been so many people tonight!

Remember kids: the rules are made up and the points don't matter.

More and more I'm convinced that the evolutionary underpinnings of the uncanny valley are connected to the capacity for empathy. That's the dangerous thing that looks human but isn't - people incapable of conceiving of you as anything other than something for them to play with.

"Educators should get free orgasms for life, and I'm willing to put my mouth where my money is" - me prepping my returning adult scholarship application.

Free character concept: dragonborn himbo who wholeheartedly believes that a grudge match is when you have a grudge against someone who has a grudge against you, and kinda wanna punch their face in but can also cut the sexual tension with a knife, and it's the thing he's secretly questing for.

Quinoa is vegan tobiko.

You know if you wish a queer a "Merry Christmas," Jesus has to suck a dick. Do you want Jesus to suck dick? I sure do. Merry Christmas!

Wait, so if every day feels like one of those convoluted fetch quests from the Gameboy Zelda games, is that just ADHD?

I take two shits in the morning
I take two shits at night
I take two shits for the doctor man
He say, "it's IBS alright"

I think if cats could go pick up groceries, dogs would have way stiffer competition for the title of "man's best friend."

Some music I listen too feels like effectively monetized depression, and I can't tell where that particular ouroboros begins and ends.

The Internet has been all downhill since Bowsette.