I Will Draw A Penis On A Cybertruck

I fucking hate daylight savings whoever invented it should be dead

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forgot botw re;ased today i kinda forget what day im living sometimes so uhuhu here extra post

Bit ironic what came underneath this post

suspicious of any religion claiming humans should deny themselves enjoyment and earthly pleasures. like no every person I have ever met needs more of those actually

You know shit's bad when your whole state looks like this. We were already having a dry spell, so whenever the winds got crazy, wildfires took over everywhere. Firefighters were even sent in from the neighboring states, and unfortunately, we can't get any aerial support because the winds are still too high. The wind ALSO brought a shit ton of dust. Almost everywhere, visibility was near zero, and breathing this shit in was bound to hurt your lungs. The winds were 70-100+ mph all across the state: trees snapped, trucks flipped, all kinds of damage and debris everywhere. Pretty much anything that wasn't nailed down was flying. People have had to evacuate a lot of places.

I'm lucky enough that myself and my family are alright, the damage at our place wasn't severe, but damn, something had it out for us today-

I spent a lot of time handcuffed and in a cage in high school, for a charity bit the grocery store I worked at would do

the bit was that I was "put in jail for having too big a heart" and customers could donate to my bail to get me out (and the money would go to a children's hospital or something)

now. I was very clearly a teenaged employee handcuffed inside a large cage. and I would honestly tell people that I had been in there for hours. and people would say, that's terrible! that's awful! and I would show them my wrists red from the tight handcuffs, and say but I'm sooooooo close to making bail.

and then they would dump some cash in the basket, I'd thank them, and they'd walk away.

and every so often, one of the managers would come by and collect some of the cash, so I could keep being soooooo close to making bail.

I was very good with this bit. Parents with small kids would pay $5-10 if I told their children I had been placed in jail for not cleaning my room/doing my homework, etc. For people in their 20s, I'd threaten that I was very bad at playing the harmonica, but I WOULD play it and we'd all suffer unless they paid me. and for the most amount of money, older men in suits would almost always pay $20s if I avoided eye contact and stammered a lot.

eventually, the managers started to feel bad because I was in the cage so fucking long and often, that I'd need someone to brace me when I got out because I'd have no feeling in my legs. wobbling like a newborn giraffe.

but I would also rake in at LEAST $100 an hour in charity.

so they were like, hey champ. can we, uh, give you a pillow to sit on. in the cage. would you like a pillow so you're not just sitting on a cold metal slab. can we give you a pillow.

and I had to explain to them that if they gave me a pillow, people would think I was more comfortable, so they wouldn't feel as bad, so I'd bring in less money.

the compromise was that they'd bring me a nice coffee every couple hours, which I would have to try to block with my body from the customers.

all this money went to charity. that's what the money was for. it's what was on the sign. but how much they were willing to pay was very contingent on how comfortable I looked, never mind the fact that I was still a teenaged employee handcuffed inside a cage.

and out of the dozens of shifts I did this on, not ONCE did ANYONE say, hey kid I'm going to go talk to your manager because what the fuck is going on here. they would just drop money in the basket, and I'd thank them and sip from my secret drink.

I actually had people get MAD at me that I told them I was far away from bail, they donated like $15, and then 20 minutes I got let out because my shift ended.

again. the money was for charity. it was on the sign that was very clearly placed on the upper half of my cage.

so yeah. even when people think they mean well. people can be really, really fucking stupid.

Who wants to go start an AI-free imperialistic society on a desert planet and get eaten by space worms with me?

me as a kid reading Dune: I appreciate the detailed world-building that justifies why everyone fights with swords and has mental powers, but the idea of a Butlerian Jihad against computers is pretty silly

me in 2025, trying desperately to find the three (3) places you need to go to to disable the latest helpful AI assistant that's inserted itself into my work chat and is advising me to do things that would be a breach of federal law: Oh Now I Get It

Man flu is real- I am allowed to die dramatically every once in a while when I can no longer do my work at full capacity without wanting to explode. I can live with period cramps but the common cold? An atrocity. A torment. The worst thing I have ever experienced.

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Today in APUSH, we got to the part about Stonewall. In a very conservative town, our teacher is a lesbian who might probably be ex-military. Suffice to say, no shit was taken and I admire her very much.

Apparently I won a poetry contest with something I wrote just to check all the boxes of an assignment?

Poetry isn't my usual medium, so I dunno what that's all about, but my English teacher gave me a writer's notebook with an astronaut on the cover and some fancy pens as a congratulations, so I'm happy-