Flowing through the effluvial streets on an electric neon rickshaw. Hey lady! Yes, you! I see you standing over there all stationary and unsatisfied. The thing that would make your life complete in this moment is two wheels under your ass and seven billion hot-pink needles stabbing your eyes, wreathing you in the twinkle glow of city streets. See the pale strangers, all sharp angles and upturned grimaces. I will paint them upon your breast that you may feel their pointy elbows jabbing you deep in your bosom. The jagged pulse of the moonlight and the sweaty steam-stink of the city’s hot breath will permeate your soul. This is The City, the only real one on Earth, where the halal man pushes his tiny cart upstream against a flood of honking snarling machines that long only to smear his guts upon the asphalt. The city’s clogged arteries crave the rush of your blood. The cackling street vendors yearn to grind up your frail shivery bones and sell them on steamed buns with little packets of wishes and antipathy that ravenous denizens must open with gnashing teeth. Smell that city air! Feel it bore into your lungs like the bark beetle gorging on vital essences! Feel your bones and hair grow sere and brittle! Let the hot steam wash over you and dissolve you away. The city that never sleeps and always steeps. Why are you still standing there on that hard concrete and not stepping into this dream?

FUCK

I have to complete my self evaluation today and I really just want to write, "This year I did work and you compensated me for it, as per our agreement."

Them: We're forcing you to go back into the office because we believe work is more meaningful when employees are together and have a shared sense of comradery. Me: So, unionize? Them: No, not like that.

Well the first day of the clean out went pretty well. The landlord is a really nice guy and we were able to make a sizeable dent. I know I'm not going to be able to sort through everything in three days, but I've made an honest effort and was able to put some keepsake type items aside. One thing that really hit me hard was finding every Christmas and birthday card my wife and I had ever sent my dad on a shelf next to his computer desk. It's the kind of thing you wish you knew about a person while they were still alive.

At an airport bar and briefly saw a news chyron asking "What's up with Gen Z?" Idk, they slap? What else do you need to know Mr news man?

I'm gonna be in Albuquerque for three days on some pretty dismal business and the only thing I've got to look forward to is the food. I fully intend to eat (and drink) my emotions while I'm there. Any recommendations?

:bc: Attention Beige Party-goers! :bc: I've been getting a lot of reports on spam accounts and porn bots today. It's too many reports for me to respond individually to everyone, but please keep reporting. I am suspending them as soon as they come to my attention. Beige-bless :bb:

:bc: Attention Beige Party-goers! :bc: I've gotten a lot of reports on new spam accounts in the last 24 hours. Please keep reporting, I will continue suspending them as they come up but I will not be responding to each report individually because there are just so many right now. Thanks, and Beige-bless :bb:

Shaming my dogs when they bark too much by telling them to, "Be Best." They do not like it.