Spray Bottle Full of Piss in The Devil Beneath My Feet

Today was dildos af. Work is starting to get insane, ‘Tis’ the season. Thats actually not a complaint, I continue to thrive in chaotic and erratic environments, the more things im multitasking the better, half-thoughts always suited me better, always have.

Huh.

I really always have done better when surrounded by chaos. I suppose that should’ve been a sign earlier. How weird. I never thought about that, but that makes sense. The less time I have to sit and actually think on something, the more productive I am.

Which actually loops back around to something I’ve always felt - life would be considerably more enjoyable if I was a robot. When the era of optional biomechanics is finally upon us im replacing as much of myself with machinery as possible.

Anyway what was I gonna say? Oh yeah, the more whiny baby men i have to deal with in a day at work the more the idea of carrying around a spray bottle filled with piss seems like a good idea. Why piss?

Efficacy.

Also I’m trying really hard, really hard not to give in to the whole..”self loathing,” thing lately and delete my face off of all my social media platforms. It doesn’t make a lot of appearances anyway, pretty rarely in fact, but the ones that are there I just hate a lot.

I wish Prosebox would let me change my profile photo, maybe I’m too dumb to figure it out or something.

Anyway its a struggle im bound to lose eventually so pfffbbt.

Took Darby, mah boy, my sweet cheese, my rotten soldier, my good time boy, to the dog wash today. Hes still not talking to me and glaring at me from his bed, but he doesn’t stink anymore so its a W.

I’ve been listening to Slipknot recently and forgot that I actually like them, ha. “Custer” found its way onto my TikTok FYP and I was like “fuck, this a banger.” And here we are listening to old Slipknot and drinking a Polar seltzer thats supposedly “Cloudberry” flavored?

The fuck is a Cloudberry?

I dunno, but it tastes like stupid marketing and strawberry.