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The matcha situation is totally out of control. Western urbanites have been psyopped into drinking the bone dust of Chinese dissidents. It tastes terrible, it’s poison, it’s fake, it’s a pain in the ass to make, ie half of all orders in the cafe where I work are this abomination

Think of this as less of a phone addiction and more of an aversion to public existence. The point isn’t to be immersed in streaming content but to constantly shield oneself from threatening environmental stimuli

Lit mags promoting weak gag stretched ultra thin into 250 word microfiction piece: yoooo read my boy dropping straight fire, you’ll have to check yourself into a nursing home after this one, shit is nuts

I got fired again

In reality, lives are incomparable. Some people go nuts in the suburbs, others settle in like it’s a perfect natural habitat. It’s pretty easy to turn any type of person into kitsch, just as easy to portray their lives as drab, meaningless or petty

Should I move to Chicago

Turns out weekends are super nice when you don't have a job at a brunch diner

What's going on with all the weighted vests on walkers and runners. Can't people do anything anymore without beings huge dopes