The amount of times I try to hyperlink text in Slack by using Cmd-K and am reprimanded into using Cmd-V is TOO DAMN HIGH

I know I live in a bubble because apparently AirPods Max are ā€œnot a hot seller,ā€ and yet I feel like Iā€™m seeing 1 in 6 people walking around my neighborhood using them as ultra-luxe earmuffs.

Me leaving the house with 100% battery: anything is possible, the world is mine for the taking

Me leaving the house with 97% battery: I may not come back alive

ā€˜The Beatlesā€™ might be the most successful pun of all time

Going to therapy to understand what childhood trauma led me unable to simply settle for Apple Notes

ā€œMy life isnā€™t going exactly as planned. Maybe what I need is a new note-taking app.ā€ - Me, frequently (and Iā€™m willing to bet You, frequently)

We all just see ourselves as temporarily embarrassed million-follower accounts.

Wild that Father John Misty, a man who literally had a public breakdown on stage about the fascist creep and ascendancy of Trump, has no problem posting on Twitter

Donā€™t talk to me until Iā€™ve had my coffee / read everything ever posted on the internet

Already huge accounts with massive followings bragging about how fast they are accruing Bluesky follows is not as an attractive look as they seem to think it is

I feels as if ever since Trump was reelected itā€™s been getting darker earlier and earlierā€¦

Apple wonā€™t bring markdown into Notes until they can figure a way to brand it Apple Typing or something annoying like that

I’m actually incapable of imagining a story I’d want to read less than one about Mark Zuckerberg recording a song with T-Pain

3-day weekends make it glaringly obvious that 2-days is simply not enough time to decompress from being a monster for 5-days, remember how to be a human, and actually get to enjoy BEING a human before being forced to start thinking about becoming a monster again

Sliced Bread really must have blown peopleā€™s fucking minds

Iā€™m sorry but I simply cannot handle the New Yorkerā€™s diaeresis at a time like this

Trusting no one from here on out, turns out escalators CAN break

America is a monster

There was a sense of bemused detachment in 2016 as the win seemed like a fluke, that a lot of people YOLO-voted ļæ¼without any real idea or expectation for what it meant.

That absolutely cannot be said about today.

We all know who he is. We all know what heā€™s going to do. And so much of this country either doesnā€™t care, and/or expects Jesus to return, and/or plans to profit immensely on the carnage.

The American ā€˜experimentā€™ has mutated into something grotesque.

ļæ¼America is a monster.

And what nowā€”we have to slowly rebuild enthusiasm for the next go around?

Iā€™m sick to my stomach. But also deeply afraid for my friends in communities who will inevitably feel the brunt of the carnage to come.

I cried a bit walking past school children this morning, too young to know what just happened. The light of hope and dreams still in their eyes, on this 79Ā° day in November.

Iā€™m so sorry.

Feeling gratitude that Cybertruck owners have but one vote šŸ™

ā€œAre you better off than you were 4 years ago?ā€