Alyssa

Very frustrating week, but the freelance life is full of those. Hurry up and wait, then do it again. And you gotta be always moving. The Hurry Up And Wait freelance life.

Been carrying this heavy vibe for months now but I haven’t even thought of using chatGPT, so at least I’ve got that going for me.

Add me to your list!

There’s something about how Kojima deals with weird systems that clicks with me. I really enjoyed MGSV. ✝️🛐

Saturday night, there’s a hum in the city, but I just want to stay in and make progress on my work. can’t settle on one thing, can’t relax either. Looping between ambition and paralysis as the clock ticks.

Two way zips! Sometimes I just want to open the bottom of my hoodie.

I’m always doing mental math when I talk to people from English speaking countries, where “billion” means 10⁹ (a thousand million) Where I’m from, it’s 10¹² (a million million) So when I hear “billionaire”, I imagine someone 1,000x times richer. Not less fucked up, just mathematically inconsistent.

Get yourself a Scandinavian style bed!

I know of a Mexican delicacy you can eat everyday.

I can think of a few things that not only beat that feeling, they would make you forget all about your headphones.

I’m the reason satellites lose signal sometimes.

Never had such a long run being so good before—two full months of real sleep, morning runs, I even called my parents the other day. But suddenly it’s 4:47 am, and I can feel the rot setting back in.

Lol, that’s all I’ve got. A cold air kiss for you, stone boy.

She’s waiting there, not of stone
But forged of wire and clumsy code
A cyborg heart and metal bones
Her touch a spark, her pulse a glow

And so the gargoyle wonders north
To Finland’s icy shores
Even stone needs rest, they say
And find the quiet it adores

Yet even stone softens in rain
And learns the warmth of the sun
Not now but someday soon
He won’t be there, he’s flown

Cursed to cathedral bone.

lol it’s just iron supplements, and the lipstick suggestion was because I complained about my ghostly lips from lack of blood I guess.

So cold during my run today that my gum turned into tire rubber in my mouth.

If grill’s not your favorite, don’t worry, there’s a megapussi for all kinds of flavors. We also have Jussipussi over here.

Fair. We’ll build diplomatic relations on the Cherry accord.

I’m sorry, but we have to break up. It’s not you, it’s the Vanilla Coke. I can’t build a future with someone whose first choice isn’t cherry Pepsi.

A stylized 3D figure of myself mid rigging in Blender, standing in front of a glowing, gridded blue background. Red and blue light cast across it, obscuring its features. Joint markers for movement are visible. Her hair is short and short sharp-edged.

Prototype under construction. Bones aligned. Desire mapped. Upload pending. (WIP from my ongoing Cyber Girlfriend narrative project)

I’m experiencing fragmentation fatigue. If this feed goes quiet, assume I’ve rerouted. Check the links, the signal, the ghosts. You’ll find echoes elsewhere.

Memory isn’t chronological. It’s topographical.

If it’s of any consolation. It was obvious that it wasn’t you though.

Porque tiene que haber una balanza. Tú nivel de preciosidad e inteligencia tienen un costo más alto en esta perra vida ♥️

Me, with vivid blue hair and winged eyeliner, face illuminated by computer screen, looking sideways with a sly expression, fingers resting on my lips, in a cool toned, purplish lit room.

The face I make while confidently describing quantum neural lattices for my project "Ad Astra", knowing damn well I just made that up five second ago.

Also, recently I mailed a package to Chicago and USPS needed 45€ and two different timelines to deliver it. Hire Sam, cowards.

I started playing Death Stranding without knowing anything about it, and considering the circumstances, I find it hilarious that I’m supposed to save America. Sure. Why not.