Koda

Is it just me or does the Walmart parking lot always have the most beautiful sunsets?

I’m beginning to think that I shouldn’t have had five Celsius’s. I think I’m about to achieve total transcendence. Drink enough of this shit, you’ll either see god, meet god, or wish you were with god.

When I have caffeine, I’m either wired for the entire day and I won’t be able to sleep the whole night, or I completely crash after finishing an energy drink and I can do absolutely nothing for the rest of the day. Currently, I’m feeling the former. I think that if I sat down, I would explode.

Chillin out to that one jazz station that comes on only for a couple hours at different times every day and is never on the same frequency twice that I have only ever been able to receive in one specific spot with one specific radio.

Wish I could be like Jamiroquai and be able to move furniture through the magic of song and dance.

Man, I would love to add a porch to the side of my house. Guess that means that I’ve got to demolish a couple bedrooms and the kitchen.

The internet has absolutely decimated my attention span. My entire life feels as if it’s composed of nothing but three minute clips that I forget about the second I scroll to the next three minute clip.

God is real and he wants the world to burn

Wish I had know sooner that I was predisposed to homosexuality, that woulda been real nice to early on.

Using spray foam to repair rust holes is like smoking cigarettes to cure cancer

All hail emperor Trump, the greatest in the land, nay, the world. A man who helps those in need. That is the poor and needy 0.05% with their measly little 50,000sqft shacks on tiny little thousand acre plots scattered across the world, how could that possibly be a good life. They’re basically poor.

I don’t give a damn about cucumbers, JUST GIVE ME THE BEANS!

*repairing the rust

I am really not looking forward to fixing on the inner cowl

Something you just don’t get in modern cars is that glorious amount of space you have to work with. And this is small compared to most cars of the era.

I really could use the professional help of that one TikTok feng shui guy

I swear, if I had a nickel for every pointless little doodad that I have, I would be financially set for life. But alas, nobody would take most of this shit even if it were setting out on the curb with a massive marquee sign that said free for the taking pointing right at the heap.

I’m starting to realize I have a problem when it comes to hoarding tons of pointless little trinkets. It’s just a ton of clutter that really messes with the non existent feng shui of my room.

It’s nice being out of a depressive rut. Finally giving my room a proper deep clean and a fresh coat of paint.

Stilt houses on the beach.
One day they will climb up out of their sandy holes and revolt against the rich guys that decided to build those houses in piles of sand in the middle of the ocean. Piles of constantly shifting sand.

I think that if I keep to a strict diet of ketamine, ivermectin, methylene blue, and testosterone, I will achieve peak male form within months. I will be THE sigma male.

Also, I couldn’t find an antenna that I knew we had lying around, so I took an old coat hanger and jammed it into the coax input and that did the trick. I mean, sure, I only got one useable station and that was MEtv, but you could be out in the middle of nowhere and still receive that channel.

I think the last time I did was a few years ago when the internet was down, had to have something playing on the tv to sleep to.

THIS! This is the kinda brain rot I wanna see more of!

I mean, sure, they took one of my kidneys and forced me to sacrifice a goat to appease the gods of the underworld, but they seem pretty chill otherwise.

8.25/10, coulda been worse, would go again if I had more kidneys.

That I have no idea what that yokel was talking about when he said,”There’s daemons in them woods, incomprehensible evils, monsters that the human mind couldn’t even possibly imagine.”

I leave town for a week, ONE WEEK, and I come back to a city that’s somehow more of a shitshow than it was before I left.

My new jalopy, the most reliable of Chrysler cars, the least rusty of Pennsylvania cars, and the start of my insufferable hipster era.

You don’t always need to oil your dill dough, but it definitely makes the experience much more pleasurable.

Shit, I’m a month early.