❤︎EUTE @4n47xt@mastodon.social

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acab a cadavre

#ironème #ironèmes

Enjoy college while you can kids, cause yk, at some point you run outa money barely making it at a dead-end job, end up unplugging the fridge cause all it has is old yucky chemical mustard, and cops show up at the door to abduct you and take you at some medical facility for a chat, try to convince you 1 and 1 don't make two and shits, then obviously after sending you to a facility for the criminally insane, once they release you, college just doesn't feel quite the same after... so yeah, cherish

But what is a healthy level of half hazardly organized objects loitering up the space?
Is it measured by dust accumulation, or just by quantity of stuff? idk

or maybe it was "a tidy office"... not sure anymore. Maybe should be rebranded as "a clean room..." though, ha.

But good thing though, I guess, my desk is still way cluttered up and dirty. Cause you know what they say "A tidy desk is a sign of a sick mind."

My practice has been a wreck all week, plus I broke a nail waking up the other day.

Actually, I woke up like 4hours ago.

#caturday
Léonard has catches feather mouse, now with less feathers.

#caturday
Léonard hunting the feathered mouse.

Doesn't help that I didn't rate or color code lots of it, and kinda lost the tags on a bunch of them too.

On the one hand, I'd like to keep some of these old practice tapes, on the other though I wouldn't mind having enough editing space lying around to make some new ones.

... and so the hunt for wtf is taking up so much disk space on this thing continues

Hey. Guess who actually managed to wake up before noon?

I was trying to remember how to spell Möbius, but had the Bosium Strip MTG card name stuck in my head instead...

Now I'm trying to remember why it was I wanted to mention that.

Time is a gay arrow.

Facebook is asking me confirm my business email. I don't think Facebook is paying as much attention as people are saying it is.

My diplomat hasn't arrived at any airports lately, I wonder what's up with that.

"I'm dying. I cannot trust anyone to use my fortune for good works to help the poor and less fortunate, as was my late spouse's wish. It is why I'm sending you this message, you, complete stranger from the internet with the funky email address. Will help me find a good home for all my money?"

It's amazing how many dying philanthropist millionaire widows there are out there wanting to send me money.

using gmail no less

and ... another one.

16M this time, Ivory Coast

I know, that makes no sense, but neither does post millennial global capitalism.