Literally how I spent the day back in 2008 whiling away the hours at a job I was overqualified for. Hitting the random article button. So many South American soccer teams though.

FGF came out when I was a teenager. Me and my mates would’ve watched that over a hundred times. I can quote pretty much the whole movie. It has its place.

I tripped and fell spectacularly walking in a supermarket. I was annoyed that no one helped me up or checked if I was okay (I didn’t need help but it made me think less of my fellow man) and that my partner was waiting in the car and didn’t witness it, because it was actually really funny.

I left embarrassment in my 20s. Don’t have the energy or interest in it now. And I know I’m not the main character - everyone’s living their own lives, the impact you make on strangers is minimal. At worst someone said when they got home from the shops ‘i saw this chick stack and it was kinda funny’.

Reminding yourself that no one really cares about people that don’t know is a helpful way to shut down the negative self talk.

I only got to institute this when I started working for myself. It took me a year or two to realise. For all clients or all agencies I sub for I have a strict no meetings before 930am rule. I haven’t told anyone why - my calendar is just blocked out so each probably individually thinks I have some recurring appointment with another client. Nup. I’m in bed drinking my coffee. I’m a shit sleeper, if I manage at all. I spent decades working to the early birds’ schedule. Fuck that.

But it is a privilege and very few can achieve that working in a company. It’s gross to suggest to people they can just do it. I know my situation is niche. To suggest otherwise is arrogant and ignorant.

I mean maybe? But based on the very minimal information available, what it sounds like they’ve done is derive pleasure from activities that are only self serving (again, no negative sentiment intended. Life is short, do what you want) so maybe helping others is the new frontier?

Or they could be deeply depressed. Either or both is possible.

Shit man, that’s bleak.

Were most of your pursuits for your own enjoyment? Nothing wrong with that at all. But maybe that’s the next thing- doing stuff for community/others. That seems a bottomless well of satisfaction.

I fucking love his little face and resting arms

The book is so much better.

Playing whack a mole with my neighbours ivy. Keeps popping up on my side of the fence. Fuck whoever brought it to Australia.

Back for me because I have a pretty disgusted, annoyed resting face. If I sit too close I’m focusing too much on keeping a pleasant listening face that I don’t pay enough attention to the material and give myself a tension headache.

Oh mine got the memo. They lay peacefully, horizontally in my jaw, like little Saddam Husseins until they decided they wanted to visit other parts of my jaw and make friends along the way.

Sportsball is kinda a shit term - you don’t have to like sports and yes society venerates it over far more important achievements/pursuits, but it’s a bit childish to refer to it in that way.

My theory is that a lot of that kind of poor behaviour is generally from men who have grown up with the toxic masculinity traits of believing that sad is bad, angry is manly. I’ve seen people openly weep over the outcomes of a game - I think these people are feeling the same emotions but haven’t been given the societal permission to express it in its true form. So they do angry instead. It’s not acceptable at all but that’s what I think the reason is.

No I saw a documentary and they fly at you like torpedoes

Cute pasta.

But it was a familiar meme template that I was happy enough to open in any setting; wasn’t expecting to be looking at tits.

Yep, that’s exactly how it works. They’re douchebags but this is how TMs work.

A NSFW here would be good

I like to dance in the shower. I’m basically driving behind the logging truck.

Nah that’s the currawong

I get a strong ‘my mate’s company bought too much of this for a project and asked if I wanted it for pennies on the pound so I said yeah, put it fucking everywhere’ vibe

Might not be a live specimen