why do being trans being good at computers and pretending to be a cat covary

hmmm

i had surgery on monday and have essentially been asleep for 50 of the last 56 hours and have woken up with noticeably longer nails. but only on one hand

you’re getting into the office at 10:30 . i’m leaving the office at 10:30 bc being here drains me of my joy and whimsy

did not wave it off as ‘french people time’ when the parisian vc apologized for being late to our call

it’s a faux pas to crosspost between bsky and twitter

rate limiting my manager (ignoring DMs)

threw such a banger party people keep asking me to cohost theirs. very good very nice

another beautiful day

microdosing being a teenage boy by running out the door with a toaster waffle between my teeth

another beautiful day

when a girls ponytail sways as she walks i want to bat at it like a cat

going to be the first bsky scumbag (stealing your posts and laundering them as my own on other socials for clout and esteem)

wearing noise cancelling headphones in public not because i’m overstimulated but because my ears are cold

when he needs to work on advancing agi timelines but i want him to play stardew valley with me

infinite dopamine glitch switching between twit and bsky notifs

no notes perfect review

opening signal to send a message that just says ‘oh my god the blue bottle brown butter blondie is so good’

wow it’s such a beautiful day today

it's good to be well-socialized

asking overly familiar questions to strangers isn’t high-minded or quirky, it’s invasive for placing the impetus on the other person to rise to the level of comfort you independently introduced or be the deviant one if they don’t

feature request: a curiouscat / anon questions portal

a cinnamon roll would slap rn

earlier this evening we were hanging out and i was like okay i’ve stayed over every night for two weeks i should probably sleep at my own house tn and then i get home from dinner and the power in my building is out. i’m so back

splitting my soul so i can post better

love settles in and becomes more comfortable with time, but that feeling of burning, consuming infatuation flames up anytime you see them in their element and they once again become a mystery to you

how many ppl are on this app. who are they

spiritual guy TM at a party approaches me, opens w asking how i’m feeling, i answer and return the question. he says he’s feeling insecure, awkward, unsafe - that he’s not used to that in this crowd. oh, sorry to hear, when did it start? i ask. approximately 3 minutes ago this mf says

idk if it’s the spring or that my brain is now fully formed or watching history unfold but i want a baby

the last few months twitter has felt to me more corporate and sterile and missing the playful bantering quality that made it so fun and connective

when the vc does not write you a check but intros you to their boys who might

sf has been so gloomy they made an app for us

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i’m going to date the winner

peachblvd is so cute in text but obscene to speak. ripe with unintentional innuendo. to say it aloud made both me and my listener momentary perverts

we need to call grouphouses what they are. sex pest hives