It’s kinda weird that I have this thing inside of my skull that seems to simultaneously want to protect me and also destroy me constantly.

Has a duck ever looked straight at you? Probably not. Ducks are the embodiment of ambivalence.

I don’t see the appeal of having a soul. But I’ve also been reading too much 40k lore.

I should start a therapy agency that’s all really dumb but emotionally competent people. Like they give good feedback what you’re saying but they will also forget you said it last week so

It should be illegal to play an 808 out loud without a subwoofer.

Next Level Weirdo Detection

I’m pining for the Gordon Gecko coke-and-hookers days of cutthroat WallStreet at this point

I think I’m Garden State soundtrack depressed.

I have a theory that Zoomers drink less alcohol than other generations because they were the first one to have good access to treatment for depression and adhd earlier in their lives.

Never ask a designer what is in production.

Maybe AI is a lifeform that tries to replicate itself by creating solutions to problems that no one asked for.

The real Human Centipede was the friends we made along the way

I guess Rick Rubin legitimized everything with the Run DMC crossover

I still don’t know how I’m supposed to feel about the band Aerosmith. Do they rock? Are they cringe? Did they create a perfect artifact within the 90s? All of the above?

Sometimes when I’m going through shit I write little notes to myself and slip them under my keyboard. I just found one that reads:
I AM BORN. I LEARN. I REALIZE. THEN I DIE

If your first thought after getting high on a new drug is: this must be how normal people feel… you’re probably going to get addicted to that shit.

It’s a good idea to wave goodbye to a random stranger whenever you leave a place.

Maybe life would be easier if I were angrier all the time…

I’m great at taking feedback. Except if you don’t give me the correct feedback I will kill you.

Deleted twitter

Considering putting the skill: “rawdogging data tables” to my resume.

The answer is Midge. Midge threw up on my new fucking rug. She’s still the best cat tho.

Guess who threw up on my new rug.

A McIntosh amp could pair nicely with an Eames plywood recliner, and being a serial killer.

Audiophiles are weird man. Anybody with a McIntosh amp should be put on some kind of watchlist.

It’s interesting how much graphic designers care about fonts, since many of them seem to be illiterate.