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i may suck at life but i can get drunk and text my friends about how awesome they are. is that enough to get me into heaven?

me ordering little caesar's which will definitely give me heartburn: i'm ready to get hurt again

I am once again entirely underwhelmed by the audio engineering talent around here.

i encourage all cishet dudes to have a cadre of women friends because you'll eventually get to a place where you wan to unblock the sweet but broken woman you called things off with and they'll remind you why it's a stupid plan

i drank more than i should have last night. more than i have in a while i still only slept for a couple hours, woke up at 430am, and haven't been able to get back to sleep. stupid brain

sure, algorithm. i felt like crying like a child tonight. #arlomademecry www.youtube.com/watch?v=RLW0...

i accidentally drank the whole six pack of tall boys again. i need someone to live with me and split these things. xD

i get why last.fm restricts scrobbles of a single song on repeat. i do. sometimes, though, i want to listen to "I Am A Rifle" by Propagandhi 20 times in a row and that isn't accurately recorded.

Brookline. 2630 West Liberty Ave - Biner Funeral Home and Crematory. Caller says that the crematory room has caught fire.

rent strike should have been in the hobbit instead of ed sheeran

it's a departure from the rest of the album. i remember being surprised in the best way when i first heard this song. still one of my favorite Arlo McKinley songs. www.youtube.com/watch?v=SUhF...

i've had a few people reach out to me recently to see how i'm doing. it felt really nice. then i realized it's suicide prevention awareness month. it's still nice but also i'm a little sad that that's what made them think about me.

i've started to rethink some of my verbiage. i am trying to think of "productivity" in terms of making things like crochet or woodworking projects instead of "being more efficient at work." my conditioning still rewards me bc i'm trained on the words but i'm doing something that matters.

i get to be a complete asshole to someone at work tomorrow. he's been a misogynistic douche to a co-worker i love so i'm not pulling punches. great way to start a wednesday

my good keyboard is on the fritz so i'm using a normal one and it's putting me over the edge today

i'm just trying to look up song lyrics but damn... no suggested results?

Kind of thinking of coming to this bar to journal. It's clean and well lit. As much as I hate Hemingway, it would be a fine place to work. I'm a member of the discount club at the brewery around the corner but writing in a place as sad as this seems lit.

At a local dive bar. Pretty drunk. Kind of want to offer to buy the bar a round for the kirkaversary and then get in a fight. Reasonable, right?

i got out of the habit of posting weekly album quilts but my last 30 days of listening is still immaculate.

finally finished Malazan Book of the Fallen. between the divorce, moving, and everything else, it took almost 10 months to finish The Crippled God. it's well worth it. i was in tears at several points at the end. probably more would have gotten through but i think i have a fever. read this series!

Street art in Seattle's Pike Place. Love it! 🤭

the eternal question: how drunk is too drunk when you're on call?

i opened a new can of nicotine pouches and one had exploded. it's been a rough few days so i started wondering exactly how bad it would be to snort this stuff i didn't do it but now the idea is living in my head

apparently there have been a few popular hc bands whose members have been outed as white nationalists lately. i hope i don't find out bad things about this band bc their new album fucks hard www.youtube.com/watch?v=bUAm...

just me having some beers, hitting paydirt on my search of recent hc, and two stepping around my apartment with my dog in my arms.

one of the benefits of living alone with no neighbors to hear is that I can scream CCR lyrics in the most ridiculous voice and no one can hear or care.

one of the worst parts about living where i do is that i can't order pizza at midnight. why didn't i grow up in a proper town?

i don't really pine for my ex-wife but these lyrics from Arlo McKinley's "Gone For Good" really resonate "I'm sorry that I stole from you so many of those years I swear I'd give them back, girl, if I could" #mywhiskeyisshowing

this sentiment makes me chuckle bc i think this is generally true but two of my best friends were homeschooled and are among the smartest people i know. one of them had highly intelligent parents and the other just Is That Way. i love me some outliers

tonight i'm listening to arlo mckinley in the dark with a rye i don't like as much as i wanted to and thinking about a woman who i like more than i probably should.

i haven't listened to the "c" team in years but stick and poke has several songs that give me nearly crippling nostalgia for it. tonight it's "poison" that reminds me of walnut. 💔

I have learned that I may need to flirt instead of being forthright. Guess I'm doomed.

Is it more sad to get drunk alone in your apartment or alone in a bar?

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