honestly OK with not having much disposable income. what am i gonna do, collect stuff?

she dog on my nighttime til there’s a curious incident

i'm glad that home improvements are now trump-coded so i can feel pretty good about not having finished redecorating this house that i moved into in 2021

sub 2hr marathon pretty cool, let's take a moment to think about some of the champion efforts onlookers will have put in to keep it cool and breezy on a lazy sunday

the price of admission to heaven is one thought of your best friend smiling or whatever. this account is now exclusively doing peacebourg covers.

my new mindset is the golden sun that scorches off the weeds of your misery. Come and warm yourself

crap local venue owner’s response to being challenged on why he let a nazi black metal show happen in his venue when provided with receipts that acts were, in fact, nazis

always cool to find out what degrees your friends with meaningless jobs did. Oh, russian literature? That's pretty interesting dawg

drum machines only exist to free guitarists from the twin burdens of being friendly and tolerable

Aldi Meola (offbrand shredding)

what if it’s possible to push yourself to into being more positive without being a massive fake dweeb

i managed to grab one of the balls containing a secure and meaningful connection in the machine but then the claw suddenly went too weak to hold it. I think it might be rigged so you can’t win that one?

cats are ridiculous. she sashays around like an expensive lady but also shits on the ground

shared learning: hot honey unsuitable for wound care

hey declan hope you like Thou because we’re running through the whole discography this afternoon

me when watching bands: this is excellent - no fucking about, just the way i want it me when playing music: excellent, i love the bit where i get to fuck about, this is delicious

never been sold on that whole intuitive eating idea. if i listened to what my body told me to do i’d be eating mayonnaise with fried chunks by the dustbinful five times a day

using the internet a lot between 2006 and 2011 even though it was objectively Not Good is the millennial equivalent of hose drinking

damn i think i’m still in love with the only good burrito place in the city

god intended for me to be one of those poorly socialised terriers with an owner who makes constant excuses for it fucking up

Dark Grandpa Kurt Cobain

sometimes I worry I might be too selfish, then I remember my old bandmate who would literally try and take your sleeping bag from you even if you were currently sleeping in it

they called me a gadfly and I thought that was pretty nice as I thought it meant ebullient and sociable but it turns out they regard me as a nuisance insect

retreating back into my dirtbag cave, snickering

if you work hard on yourself and your marriage you can aspire to being the couple that goes to the pub together, gets hammered and tears it up on the dartboard whilst screaming epithets at it every time they fuck up a throw

i would do literally anything for eight hours of restful restorative sleep except exercise

dance like nobody’s watching, post like everyone has already muted you

sounds like a euphemism. “Nah, he left early, sounds like he’s out for a Mandelson appointment”

Today a person can work two jobs for fifty hours a week and struggle to make ends meet, while in the stone age, a weird bird could be a hairdryer for a caveman for like five minutes every morning and it was a living.

dance like nobody’s watching, post like everyone has already muted you

they should make a 4/20 for booze to make it cute when i drink drive

when the cat hits a certain level of unacceptable behaviour, we break out the high-level nicknames (Paedoweasel, Baby Bin Laden)

honestly, it’s not such a bad life. once i’ve fed enough to be engorged i’m pretty warm and cosy. feel like i can start to self-actualise on this underbelly.

I tried to do a gupp post but it came off as a vulgar pastiche, disrespectful to both the artist and the craft as a whole. We need to show due regard.

why would i let anyone else judge me when i’ve got 34 more years of context and can do a waaaay better job

Jerry Garcia? the guy from the ben and jerry's flavour?

just found out that one of her main activities when she leaves the house is to stare through nextdoor’s cat flap and hiss at their cat (luna, a blameless angel)

damn i was taking all of that far too seriously almost forgot i was a scamp with a swagger in my step

feeling much more marathon-tolerant since i’ve found out it’s a good excuse for street beers in good spirits. sure, close those roads and run it every sunday for all i care

the woman stood next to me spectating the race holding forth on how, actually, she thinks running a marathon is a pretty hard thing to do! much harder than walking!

unabashed queen

like a dark cloud on a bright day, the ruinous thought "damn i miss motorcycle" has just passed over my consciousness

s/o to the three poorly dressed lads in the beer garden who'd been fishing together, now down the pub, soon off for a chinese. Enjoy your springtime idyll, gents!

though i know this is a company that does cast iron radiators, every time i read is as a company that does castrations

sometime i identify w tiny barking dogs like yeah bro fuck them ppl hell yeah fuck everything

when your friends encourage you to try and be social again

my cat doesn’t know what 9/11 was

i’m talking so much and so quickly that they’re fetching the diazepam blowdart as we speak. oho!

if I must die in the course of overthrowing the tyranny of forced positivity so be it

i know bluesky is only rejecting me because it’s afraid we’re getting too close and it might get hurt