I wonder if the Ohio capitol building would like to have band full of nice fellers like @satanicplanet.bsky.social play sometime. www.ccv.org/pray

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I feel better, but I convinced I will get pneumonia and die of sepsis at a very inconvenient time (like maybe Wednesday). I will deserve this fate.

Aaand I'm sick. Time has stopped. The duties are piling up as I cough relentlessly. I wish I would get a fever when I get sick. I never do. It would make calling into work much clearer and I could get the rest I need. Instead, I keep working straight into pneumonia without a single febrile moment.

Any of my bs friends want to advise me on concrete patch? I have a really old two basin concrete utility sink that is now cracking and leaking on the floor. One basin has a thin concrete patch spread over the whole bottom and 1" up the wall from a previous repair and doesn't leak.

A friend at work rage-quit yesterday. I envy her. "I have two jobs. At the other one, they tell me I'm doing a good job. They value my work and are happy to see me. I can't be two different people, can I?" I, too, have a second job where I am valued. Makes you realize - it's not you, it's them.

This is the deep and meaningful critique of the Satanic Temple that I come to Twitter for:

Alternatively, one can go outside and struggle with whether the garden hose is a 5/8 in diameter or a 1/2 in, and whether that measure is the interior or the exterior diameter of the hose. This is why I'm a satanist. If I didn't have that, I'd fucking straight up die of boredom.

What I really love to do on a saturday afternoon is reset passwords for several hours.

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"Message too long," bluesky?? Do you know who I am???? I am LONG-WINDED and you will RESPECT MY INSUFFERABLE WORDINESS.

When I was younger, people would stop me in the street and tell me I looked like Linda Hamilton in Terminator. I did, but I think it was at least 30% attitude.

Oh, I guess this is my limit. I reached it, just now. Look at it there. My limit. What a terrible day this has been.

There are people everywhere and they are all so interesting and amazing.

I hailed satan too hard this weekend and I hurt my wrist. That's what happens in your forties.

The thing about feeling happy for two days is that then you don't.

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Back to job hunting as a method of encouragement today. The thing about my job is that I have it dialed in and the amount of time I can reasonably take off is way higher than in other jobs. I actually have two jobs and am working less hours than most people with one. However... it's horrible.

When the day is wall to wall service to others and near constant talking from 5am to 830pm, I get angry. I go to bed angry. After a couple weeks of it, I get sort of self-harmy. Tarsirs often kill themselves by banging their heads against things if they are too much in company, and I understand.

Everyone should repost this until it happens. You need this, you just don't know.

After over a year of job searching and being unsuccessful, I desperately need help, or my family will be homeless. 😭 Whether you can donate, hire me/have any job leads, or can share this with those who can, I'd be so grateful. Thank you 🖤 spot.fund/74zc9nssc

I am a salty bitch recently. I am pretty bitter about a lot of things right now. I want to scream and thrash and throw a big tantrum. Life is too hard and has been for too long. I'm frankly quite sick of it.

MREs: it's what's for dinner, because I'm ridiculous.

Well, that's nice.

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hey, it's my tinder profile, if I had one, which I don't. lookin for a pedantic girlfriend? because I have no other qualities.

I am feeling slightly better today. I need it to be over. Some people say that events like this make you stronger. I think when you are young, that's true. At a certain age, though, you tip over into being eroded by these cataclysms instead of strengthened. Life shift, somehow. Seasons, I guess.

I am struggling so hard with this legal process. It's killing me, like literally killing me, I think. No one knows whether I will even have a right to my own life. It rolls over me like a truck daily. The legal process is as bad as the marriage. The pain of the lawyer's emails in unbearable.

Love is an anesthetic nature applies to extract babies. Remind me, hourly. I hope I move out of this phase soon.

Not sure why these assholes think they have a right to stop the peaceful gathering of co-religionists. Would they be allowed to petition against or otherwise stymie Jewish or Muslim gatherings? @luciengreaves.bsky.social

Ok, I'm giving up on being obvious. This month, I'm going to be tantalizing.

I am in everyone's business tonight because my own business is boring. Tell me your business. I'll send you outrageous text messages after all my friends get sick of me this evening. Fuck, it's been a long day.

I just went back to twitter for an hour because I have nothing better to do and it's incredibly unhinged over there. I'm about to make a new account so I can get my anger out. What a shitshow in the satansphere.

This is not who I am, generally, but over the last six months I've had this voice in my head screaming at me to emigrate. I literally can't, but I'm ashamed to be an American right now. Completely fucking ashamed. But hey, at least some childish purists got to stick it to Kamala and save Gaza.

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I fell in love for the third time in like two weeks this week. Something is shifting and it's making me fucking dizzy. Butterflies and euphoria. Idk, man, I'm not ready for feelings.

Fuck that's funny.

Hey Christian Nationalism: Go fuck yourself. Take your theocracy, eat shit, and die.

My job, in an effort to ruin my entire life and not just part of it, devolved on me a USBC cable. This cable is the only one I can ever find and it lights up when plugged in. Neon, annoying, flashing. If not covered, it keeps me up all night. Which is... pretty much also a description of my job.

Ok well I fell in love with someone else this week. I'll be over it soon. Having feelings is incredibly strange.

This is a fascinating development. Sociology and psychology are disciplines that historically shore up liberal (and by that I mean classically liberal, not left liberal) consensus. Left and right have struggled to control its narratives since its invention, and here we go again.

Pretty tired of all the excitement. I just don't care anymore. I used to thrive on high stakes shit and now... I do not give a single fuck. Hut. Blowdarts. Fiber arts. Books and pencils. Vegetables. Fuck all this, seriously. I am so fed up.

Boy, I am surly tonight. Like, I get angry in general, but right now I'm mad at other people and want to go after them. Time for bed.

Once every five or so years I get an hysterical crush on a woman. It's my eye doctor this time, folks. Utterly enrapturing person. Nice to have feelings, for once.