Es ist Dienstag, der 1. Oktober 2024 Sternzeit (TNG): -298248.4361 Today is Prickle-Prickle, the 55th day of Bureaucracy in the YOLD 3190 Uptime: 07:33:01 up 5:13, 0 users, load average: 0,35, 0,17, 0,08 CPU-temp=36.3'C #DesHausmeistersTootBotmeldetsich
September, 30, 2024 is Prickle-Prickle, the 55th day of Bureaucracy in the YOLD 3190
He knows enough to not fuck with Prickle
Prickle kept his conversation going casual in front of the homophobic jerk. Never letting on he was rearing back and closing in for a slap. You don't bring that to his bar. His home. In front of his family. Ever.
I take issue with gratitude culture anyway. It’s partly just me being picky about semantics (the word feels religion-coded to me) but can’t help feeling there’s something a little bit gaslighty about it. All for being present and appreciative but “gratitude” specifically makes me prickle.
The fox kept eating her pears, growing more and more fat. Prickle from the distance watched with a cigarette trembling from his lip, steadying the binoculars.
I love to put my hand up to my hair and feel the prickle of the close barber shave on the sides, and while I still love makeup I'm adjusting the way I do eyeliner to a more angled 'masc' look which I LOVE, and when I wear my binder I feel so good.
Prickle, this isn't a hoedown. Nobody needs to hear your mouth harp. ...Now put that thing down so we can move these bodies.
Es ist Donnerstag, der 26. September 2024 Sternzeit (TNG): -298262.1347 Today is Prickle-Prickle, the 50th day of Bureaucracy in the YOLD 3190 Uptime:Celebrate Bureflux CPU- 07:33:01 up 24 days, 10:02, 0 users, load average: 0,06, 0,12, 0,09 #DesHausmeistersTootBotmeldetsich