Shirts that go…odd?

I see Calvin’s been by.

Neigh? Nay.

Shortwave eroticism.

And that’s not even taking into account the miseries of:

1: Fighting with insurance to let you have what you desperately need at a price that wouldn’t bankrupt you.

2: Fighting with your pharmacy over prescription issues.

3: Dealing with sudden nationwide shortages.

Fuck…

I don’t care how old this image is or how many times I’ve seen it…

Every single time, I end up feeling better. Instant mood boost. I hope it never stops getting posted.

I’m so goddamned sick of masking.

I’ve been using VR lately for this purpose. Surprisingly effective.

I dunno. Just helps to isekai myself to a different plane of existence for a little while.

Dude, yesterday I heard a radio ad promoting “vintage alternative” music and it was fucking “Mr. Brightside” by The Killers.

Vintage.

I wanted to throw my geriatric elder Millennial ass through my windshield.

Maybe they’re just from a sex-positive couple into CGSM.

Ahhhhhh…look at all the blonely bleople…

Ugh, don’t get me started on roommates.

Like, once, they got all paranoid about some supernatural nonsense and poured all this salt on the hallway floor, like in a big stupid circle. Right outside of my door.

Total pain in the ass. Like, I refuse to go out there until they clean that shit up. I physically won’t. I don’t care how long it takes or how hungry I get.

Though I can’t remember the last time I felt hunger…hmmm…

Honestly, it’s been so long I’m not sure I can even differentiate anymore.

Hank Hill voice:

“Just look at it, Bobby. It’s got-dang beautiful, I tell ya h’wat.”

Hell yeah.

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Hold her close and treat her as your own personal slice of…

HEAVEN OR HELL!

ROUND ONE!

LET’S ROCK!!!

This is the kind of magazine page that 90s-kid-me would stare at for hours fantasizing over. Even looking at it now, it’s surprisingly easy for me to ignore the objective technical limitations and get hyped.

Side note: can we talk about that 1ST PC GUN on the mid-left there? Dude…

This isn’t even my final formal.

That Saiyan ain’t right.