this is the log of capt. satah of the hmcs eatdic, an extraterrestrial cyborg that crash-landed in a canadian city full of grey rocks twenty-two years ago. their lumpy metal heart pumps only tea, cola, and beer. a stranger on the internet once described them as "lonely, young, trying to get drunk, and way too effeminate to ever get a girl in the next three years"
there is a queen song playing on my computer and i cannot figure out where it is coming from
ok this weirdness was fine at first because i figured it was just a glitch but my speakers have subsequently blasted songs i don’t even have in my library for a full half hour straight, just powering through my big ol resetting of everything open, and i’m sure if i just restart the full machine it will be gone and all will be well but i really want to know what is fucking causing this
i’m sitting on my front lawn and i dunno if the wifi is strong enough here to do a google hang but is anyone awake and craving a google hang because i’m probably gonna start up a google hang
omg ok ive been catching up on paranormal echoes shows (on matt’s mixcloud check it out a lot) and i’ve missed enough of them (due in part, apparently, to my habit i never noticed before now of being obliteratingly drunk on thursday nights) that it’s a straight-up marathon and now my internal monologue when i’m reading things is in matt’s voice & cadence and it’s Pretty Disconcerting on a personal level but cool as frick regardless because what a good voice and awesome person to have narrating my internal monologue , ?
i am so in love with the photos i just posted because my hair is doing its weird greasy curl and my lips show a very clear mark from anxiety chewing and my cup has grass and dirt all over it,
i can’t put my legs in prime laptop support for webcam selfie taking position because i’m facing a very busy road wearing a skirt and no underwear but i think i can still document me being cool & cute