one meat ball

Thinking about when my mom handed me strawberry mochi and said she killed Kirby

wait what the fuck. i can't call them "tweets" anymore. what do i call them? just posts? peeps? chirps? cheeps? squeaks? chirs/chirrups? mutters? niggles? gripes? whispers? protestations? chatterances? shrieks? wails? screams?

brazilian bluesky is currently at the stage of its hegelian self-recognition where a bunch of people are posting pictures of themselves and saying their ages to make some kind of point. i have to wake them up from this nightmare, but how

also happy mother's day to moms who post

I will say it's kind of fucked up that I have to go shift-tab instead of tab to press the post button with my keyboard. But nobody's perfect.

Haven't come up with a bit for this account. Maybe the bit is that there is no bit. Maybe the bit is just posting. Just fucking around. Just typing things on the keyboard. Something to think about.

me reading ur posts