I will
Lay me down
In a bunker
Underground

I won't let this happen to my children
Meet the real world coming out of your shell
With white elephants
Sitting ducks

I will
Rise up

Little babies' eyes, eyes, eyes, eyes
Little babies' eyes, eyes, eyes, eyes
Little babies' eyes, eyes, eyes

i forgot how good hail to the thief is

SO IT APPEARS WE HAVE CROSSED PATHS ONCE AGAIN. fuck you. you can't also be down here. I'll fucking kill you. id rather you be something else

... get away from here

jesus fucking christ. if it fucking got him too...

Did you guys know there's AI cults? Because there's AI cults.

"Consisting of lolcows, right?"

Close, but not quite right. LessWrong gives a rich neolib vibe accompanied with the smell of baby powder, which is a lolcow according to some people. Myself included.

But like, really wealthy. Like using Harvard degrees as toilet paper wealthy. And "culty" as in they all read the works of one guy and parade his shit around, as well as host actual rituals about the end of the world.

And I'm excited because I have discovered an irl meeting near where I live. I've always wanted to see a cult, though, I guess MAGA is a cult. But they're infuriating to be around. These people, while sounding extremely culty, I'm still curious about, probably because lot of the leftist verbage makes them more palatable. But the cultish signs are clearly there.

idk i just want drama, and visiting a cult would be a good night out. and i guess id be giving them the chance to prove me wrong with my presence.

I've been busy suffering. My molars are filling with maggots that might cut off my breathing at any moment. They say I might need two root canals and I don't have health insurance. I'll survive, but I'm not happy.

Last week I almost completely broke down in the office. I had to say, "I'm in a bad mood right now and I need to go," before fleeing to my car to cry. People have been nice to me despite that... I think word spread around that happened because my boss has been treating me gently. *sigh* I feel embarrassed. It happens to everyone but... I felt overwhelmed because of a really tiny problem. The problem just hit me at the end of a really shitty weak involving forty seven adjusting journal entries on one return. It was the straw that broke the camel's back.

This week was a blur, between the days off from medical stuff and federal holidays. The work was easier so it went by fast.

At this point, I think my job is more along the lines of painting with numbers than financial reporting, smh. I need the robotic hivemind to hurry up and take my job so I have an excuse to bedrot.

i think the only good ending to Obsession ... hm... her life was over when that wish was made.

naming conventions suck ass, wth. so do underscores. so do starting tables at cell A1.

i don't use "best practices" i use "gangsta street wisdom"

im obnoxious

disturbing that it's fall already.

Vinegarette would be a pretty badass name ngl. Can't think of a last name though. It's bitchy and gross and I want to fit formald ehyde somewhere in there."Vinny Formaldehyde Vinagerette" as a full name.

"This webpage doesn't fit that vibe at all."

No it doesn't. :(

It'd be a grey webpage with emerald green accenting. grey like driftwood. many different textures and shapes but without a flashy color pallette.

Work is so fucked up. I don't want my entire life to be taken up by holding down a job. I want my name to be Vinegarette and have green hair and a grey outfit that's trying hard to not look like it's trying hard.

I don't even think I'm spelling it right.

There was actual drama at my job today. The admin accidentally posted in the all chat that someone has terrible fashion sense. The poor new girl was completely shook--I looked over and saw her staring at the comment for a long while. And there's no way it'd be her, (she's really pretty) so I told her it wasn't. I also told her, "We can just make the comment about me, it's ok." (I can fight these gen X bitches.)

The admin came in later and said the comment was about Mold Woman because she unfortunately didn't quit her job after her two week vacation. This is understandable. To recap, Mold Woman is the person who threw me under the bus with a pissed off client within a month of me working here. I think the office vindicates me.

Unfortunately, I have about 45 minutes to kill before I go home. My boss doesn't let me move on to other assignments without talking to her half the time, so once the shit in the current day's pane is done, everything's done.

I think it's stupid, but I guess it forces me to slow down, instead of sprinting due to low grade anxiety. No one else really gives as much of a fuck. I'm unfortunately always giving a fuck when I shouldn't.

Yeah it's odd. I finish early, but I'm also too slow. Try to always have work to do, but wait until tomorrow to do the work. Everything's fake and two-faced at these places. None of my accounting skills are complained about though, which I think means I'm meeting the bar.

This is the grand question that settles all anxiety: "Will my job be threatened because of this?" If no, don't give a shit. And it's been no 99% of the time. Only had a false negative once.

Sometimes you don't even get to ask yourself the question because someone decided to lay you off behind your back.