I’m just here for the free vacation.

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Cake day: October 10th, 2023

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  • We were at Bonnaroo in camp, and a guy comes up and sits with us. We don’t know him and he’s a bit odd, but radical inclusion and all that, so we let him stay. We try chatting to him, but he’s real weird. Also, he’s butt ass naked. We are all like “this is odd, right” but we all don’t say it out loud. Then naked guy asks for a knife. We notice he’s pulling at his foreskin and grumbling to himself that he is ‘itchy’. We say we don’t have a knife, and he starts to get mad. He leaves camp, and then we discover he’s stolen one of our phones. He leaves a voicemail saying he’s heading to space. We get the phone back. He pisses in a chair, then we find police on horses and tell them to take him in.

    Years later we hear from a friend of his that he was going through a dark time and had taken some drugs that only deepened the psychosis. He wanted to cut his dick off. It wasn’t the drugs though, he was already in that bad place. Mental health facilities are so important, and we should focus on those before blaming the straw that broke the camel’s dick.



  • No. I did that once (as a middle class person too proud to accept daddy’s help) and it was fucking awful. I lasted 8 months before I had to consult Bank of Dad, which I’m pretty impressed by, but everything about it sucked. I would steal loaves of bread from bakeries at 4am, as they’d leave them outside to cool. I’d go to late night chippies and make up stories about being on a great adventure for charity so they’d give me free chips, I’d buy my clothes from a market that sold soiled and ripped clothing donated from fast fashion stores, and I’d hand sew them back to acceptability so I could wear them. We’d dumpster dive, forage, and beg, and it still wasn’t enough. Rent started going on credit cards, I discovered new addictions I couldn’t afford just to cope with the pain of no heating, shitty food, and a general feeling of desperation. And I had a fucking safety net, I was nowhere near the suffering of most people at this kind of poverty line.

    Elon is a rich prick. I got a momentary taste of poverty and it was fucking awful. He would have caved in a day.



  • I’ve always had a rule that all my decisions should be the ones that make my mother the most proud. Sometimes it’s a choice between two things she’d probably dislike (like getting a tattoo or a piercing), but I always do the thing that has the better chance of making her proud.

    Recently I’ve started stealing from large evil corps. Not even gonna sugar coat it. I go to self checkout and just don’t scan things here or there. Whoops I left that thing in my cart. Whoops I left half of the bag of lemons off the scale and they rang up for 10c. Whoops, that eyeliner pencil fell into the unnecessary plastic wrap of that other thing and I didn’t scan it.

    I recently mentioned this to my mum and she laughed. She was proud. Because fuck Kroger, fuck these companies gouging us, stealing our land and food and ability to sustain ourselves without giving them a cut. Fuck people who hoard money so hard that people fucking die because of it. Boycotting shitty companies is what makes mums proud.


  • I publish through Amazon Print on Demand services (Amazon Merch and KDP), and I have a few other stores selling items too. Basically I design the manuscripts and graphics, upload the files to the service, they list it, and when it sells they print and fulfill it and send me a portion of the profit.

    One Christmas I made $8k in a month and we went on a cruise with the profit. Those were good times! It’s settled down a bit now as more people have flooded the platforms and copied all the content.