rob 🐞🐜🐛🕷️🪲

yeah, I’ve got a pretty dedicated following (5 little baby ducks that think im their mom)

i’m going to f*ck*ng k*** you

i have commented on a photo you are tagged in. now what

the manager-sized power vacuum at work’s got people sending passive aggressive chatgpt-slop in the work chat like never before

the names Oria. Euph Oria. tremendously pleased to meet you i can hardly take it actually

ok, i’ll bite, what is a bike lane?

when it comes to music, i am listening 🎧

they should make a 4-hour slog romcom

work-sanctioned work chat has dismal vibes lately. the participants don’t realize that just by trying to make positive changes means they have already lost

just be yourself and everything will be fine. on the surface. for there is a secret price to pay that accrues interest with every passing moment

guy driving past me in a sprinter van talking on the phone and the only bit i could make out was “$1700 for a one-bedroom”

if given the choice — Zack, Cregg, or Resident Evil — i think i’m picking Resident Evil

plz respond ‘hahahahaa’

had 3 drinks last night and i feel like im dying

back in the ‘40s this was considered comically ugly. nowadays that’s considered to be a rude thing to say

doing something called ‘30 days of writing a song each day or not’ and i’m really hoping i can keep up my momentum

need to start recognizing my own good-birthday-month privileges and to stop disparaging the wretched trench foot that is most of the Canadian year in mixed company.

i’m thinking i will make a bug album i think ill do it. maybe.

you’re wasting time doing what you’re doing right now! you should have been on to the next thing by now. years ago actually!! you’re so behind!!!