Alright, this is like the 4th consecutive #deodorant I've had get discontinued.
I'm a man. But I don't wanna smell like wood or smoke or the ocean.
I want to smell good. I want scents that women appreciate.
I want a #scent my wife likes.
I want to smell like a buff tangerine. Like a mandarin orange in a skintight T-shirt.
I wanna smell like a very dangerous stick of vanilla. Or like a #cinnamon roll getting into a fight to protect your honor. Or an oatmeal cookie MMA fighter
I'm happy that people interested in the Met Gala can chat about it with likeminded people here and pop off and be hype about it and have opinions about fashion
Because it's important to talk about anything, ANYTHING , other than software or web development or the Fediverse here,
And because doing so thankfully upsets the most absolutely insufferable people here
Back in college my roommate and i used to joke about certain #hiphop#beats sounding like gorillas in a junkyard hitting cars and tires with sledgehammers
God almighty i would appreciate an algorithm helping me find new accounts to follow.
This "dig through feeds and boosts/retweets/retoots/whatever the fuck we calling them now to find new accounts to follow or fucking perish" shit is exhausting and overrated AF
Broken. Cold. Despondent. Hopeless. Seething. Raging. Empty. Hollow. A cracked husk of a man barely concealing the yawning, endless, churning void inside him. The plastic wrapper for a black hole.
Sigh.
I'm gonna buy a new motherboard.
PC building used to be fun and exciting. I used to get to play video games.
I never missed smoking #weed as much as i do now that i can't smoke.
I went from only smoking like 3 times a year with friends to not having touched it since before i got this current job and bruh... i only miss #cannabis when i can't have it.
Joe really needs to hurry up and legalize it at the federal level