I was stoked to get on here when twitter lost its magic… after I few days I realized it’s a v small in-group who demand everyone celebrate their [horniness / issues / grudges] in *precisely* the right way or they drag you to hell. Fine. Except it’s bludgeoning any outsider under auspice of inclusion

This reminds me of a NYLON magazine party I did where they were giving out Microsoft KIN phones like they were cans of redbull. I got like 10. Gave one to my friend’s wife, she used it until 2020 haha.

DL Threads & immediately lots of follows from random snorks on IG who like my photos for wrong reason or worse my proximity to ppl. I don’t want gross dweebs to see my words or jokes or politics & they don’t care… this all just makes me want IRL community & small chat w/ handful of internet friends.

This threads / bsky / twitter thing feels like the Cabin episode of Frasier where you’re going crazy sprinting between apps spending more time deciding what gets posted where and what you reposted and what friends do you follow and who follows back… it’s so messy.

😔

This billboard is across the street from my house. I mean, no duh but idk if you need a whole book to figure it out.

Meanwhile on tumblr…

Take ‘em! Cheap. Anywhere but Ohio, they’re still recovering from the desecration of Love Rollercoaster.

“Sparkly” is an “omg u guys!” deliberately cutesy millennial affectation (“avo toast” 🙄 or “brekkie” 🤢) like in that condescending hyper obnoxious “I’m going to use baby speak with the waiter so they know we’re BFF!” subliminal space. It’s like the excessive “!!!” email of beverages.

Wait until he gets to the chapter on Michael Steele, talk about a Manic Monday.