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2023-02-03 2022-04-26 Miss You Already Hey Trin!! I'm gonna miss you so much! I hope you excel at everything you do!! - Love Drew Bye! - Miranda We'll miss you!!! - Kaylah Bye. Rita We'll miss you trin! Good luck with your new job! - Kim Best of luck - [unintelligible] Good-Bye From All of Us Good Luck :) - Lee Gonna miss you + the [...] - Peter That job gave me such bad stomach issues I ate like only yogurt for a week to adjust. Three of those seven signateurs left that job in the next six months. I had been there eighteen months, long enough to go from severe incompetence to actually knowing what I was doing. At my current job I again consider myself incompetent. But I work with what I'm given. "More money more problems" is total bullshit. More money is only more problems if you're too afraid to slice and dice a little. If you wanna take the edge off you're gonna have to fuck around with an angle grinder a little. Just looked up what an angle grinder is. I didn't actually know, the name is just metal and the words are sort of iambic. Sarin is so OP. I'd name a kid Sarin. 2022年02月22日 ウサギ- [picture of a dog/cat thing on a windowsill] tomorrow we're watching American Psycho (2000) Today I work 1130-1700. Tonight I'll pick up some snacks and clean my room a bit. It's messy but I don't think it's beyond saving. [picture of the burger king] Just trying to cover up the bleed-thru. Sitcom ["Pilot"] S1E1 The fellas throw Trinity a surprise 9/11 celebration. ["Trauma Wars"] S1E2 During a Phineas and Ferb reenactment, Trinity throws a game show where the player with the most childhood trauma wins. ["The Long Shot"] S1E3 Trinity and [...] come up with a plan to get raises. ["Codebreakers"] S1E4 The fellas break the Hayes code. ["Wings"] S1E6 Trinity tries to convince her friends to star in a television pilot about celebrating 9/11. "Prove to me that you're human." "Excuse me?" SUBJECT: PHIL MANEKINO AGE: 35 "Prove to me that you're a human." "I don't have to prove anything to-" DISINCENTIVE APPLIED. "Prove to me that you're a human." Phil shifted in its chair. "I- I have a wife-" "She too is in questioning." "-a family-" "So are they." "-so what's in question? My whole life?" "Prove to me you're not a robot." "How? Why?" I sat back and emitted a sigh. "Your latest medical examination revealed no hypertension, pre-hypertension, cavieities, abnormalities. You have no criminal background of any kind. No unusual lookup patterns on the Intranet. Thus, you must be a robot." "I'm a robot because I'm clean?" "Nobody's clean in such a dirty world. Your dirt must be deeper than skin." I selected the dremel from my toolkit. "Oh god, no, please." The usual pleas. "Prove to me you're not a robot." "Why are you doing this?" DISSECTED FINGER: HUMAN. "You're a cuborg?" DISSECTED ARM: HUMAN. I dismantled the robot made only of human components and from these and my experience compiled my report. Family must be, too. Operator congratulated me before turning me off. on my usual stupid bullshit 2022年02月22日 ウサギ- It's today again. Perhaps it was today yesterday, or it's yesterday today. It doesn't really matter. [picture of a stick figure sitting at a table, saying "where am I?"] I remembed in elementary school I was in the "Gifted[...]" program - [...]. Apparently they formally I.Q. tested me but I don't know that anyone outside the program (or myself) saw the results. We read advanced reading books, did more complicated maths, etc. I preffered [sic] the middle school [...] teacher, [...], to the elementary teacher. Less strict. Anyway, I got the feeling it was a doomed program. Lack of funding, lack of interest. Of course the public controversy around such things. But hey, it got me reading Shakespeare in like fifth grade. A Midsummer Night's Dream. Not my favorite of his. I didn't really enjoy my childhood. [...] Life was simpler. Better? No. Much worse. But I like simplicity. [...] [...] trinity@laika:~ $ curl wttr.in/?m Weather report: [...], Maine, United States Overcast .--. -26(-38) °C .-( ). ↘ 22 km/h (___.__)__) 16 km 0.0 mm Hell's dress code is this: - shirt, pants, intimates, et cetera; base layer - jumper - jacket liner - jacket - bandanna to cover face - hat - jacket hood, pulled tight - chunky ugly really warm gloves - leg warmers good enough to go to the gas station. any farther and you will die. One fortune cookie, two fortunes: Don't stop dreaming, otherwise your dreams will get awfully boring. Be smart but don't show it. <^>
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