kevy.

then again my parents were shitty to each other even in stress free times so i was aware every christmas that they were like one overcooked turkey away from domestic violence

my favorite thread on reddit today was people in their 30s complaining that christmas doesn’t feel special like it did when they were kids

i guess they thought christmas was just more magical 30 years ago and never noticed how stressed out and exhausted their parents were

the other day we were driving by a wacky waving inflatable arm flailing tube man and for a few seconds it just like stood straight up at attention and i felt vaguely threatened

it was like sup foo’, where u from ese

being a mentally ill parent is silently suffering through an agoraphobia fueled panic attack while surrounded by a few hundred people at a thing at my son’s school and hoping no one notices

i’m gonna make a horror punk album god damn it

the amount of physical health bullshit i’ve had to just accept as “well i guess this is just how i live now” in the last four years is obnoxious, but it’s really been ramping up this year.

really wish i would’ve pushed to see a neurologist when i still had free healthcare.

i’m with you

i hate how every game on mobile has a bunch of unnecessary bullshit now. motherfucking solitaire doesn’t need goals and levels, it’s solitaire.

i’m still not great but i wish i could’ve played punk guitar this decent when i was playing guitar in a chiptune punk band

listening to a big ass mexican family thanksgiving celebration outside on a day when you’re feeling incredibly lonely and disconnected sure is a vibe

me: (thinking about watching “the nightmare before christmas”)
abby: you like this movie?
me: are you serious right now?
abby: i dunno, you don’t seem like a disney guy
me: who do you think i am?
abby: …a gay goth guy?
me: …and you think gay goth guys don’t like disney?

me: we’re gonna watch a movie
abby: i get to pick it
me: no, you can help tho
abby: “edward scissor man”
me: well unfortunately, abby, that movie doesn’t exist.

actually ok, i’ll be fair. i’m chile AND peru.

monique has this big ass mommy pillow she insists she can’t sleep without. some nights it’s fine, and i genuinely want her to be comfortable, but then there are nights like tonight, where we’re playing south america in our bed. i’m chile, and…she’s the rest of south america.

me: “are you listening to red hot chili peppers?”
monique: (holds up her phone so i can hear it better)
me: “ah. ‘free bird’. that’s kind of the red hot chili peppers of the 70s.”

i almost made it thru this year without getting a cold, at least, as far as i can remember

thanks, kids

the big ass hammer is my new favorite weapon in cyberpunk 2077. so satisfying.

i fucking hate it here.

my wife solved this problem for herself by spending 10 1/2 hours in the gym per week and building some fucking ridiculous buns of steel, but god damn it i am just not that person

one thing that sucks about losing two hundred pounds is when you had a flat ass to begin with and now it’s basically just loose flesh hanging off of bone and sitting comfortably is impossible, everything feels like i’m sitting on concrete.

korg gadget “chiptune”