I’m puting a hot poker in each of my eyes. Jesus.
I like code.
I’m puting a hot poker in each of my eyes. Jesus.
Shit. That’s a big oops. Been a very long day.
Holding out for the Anne Frank Trapper Keeper phone.
Unholy Confessions In My Ass
I love you already. Favorite authors? Ray Bradbury and Arthur C Clark.
Old ass musty smelling paperback. 50’s and old racist 60’s sci-fi books smell best. I have a problem.
I was a manager. It made me a bastard. I went back to coding.
Hate the player not the game.
You better hope your sweet candy ass you have lasagna reserves on hand.
Where I’m from smoke follows beauty. Americans are pretty vain.
I appreciate this. Can I have a listen? I also make music… Sometimes.
Having lived in Kansas for 4 years… No. Kill me. I refuse to ever again.
TRS 80 sans disk drive. My school library and local library had BASIC programs in the books. I’m now a SR Software Engineer. Wild. My first phone couldn’t even text… Whatever it was.
Are you me?
Tandy… Kings Quest. So good. California Games. I miss how simple life used to be.
In the immortal words of NOFX clams have feelings too.
I was visiting Ukraine for work for about a month. Me and my coworker found ourselves at a country bar… Bit weird. We were wasted. Dudes have ar 15s out front as bouncers. Too many drinks led to a five alarm fire in my bowels. The weird fish early on didn’t help I’m sure. Found a stall just in time. Unload. No toilet paper. I wiped with the local currency. I’m so ashamed to this day. This was around 2019. I’m a shit american.