Barry Waschbär 🏴
Talentless writer. Ambiguous sock policy holder. Mostly harmless.
Finished this very nice jigsaw puzzle. Took three days! At times, I was nearly driven delirious, which I'm sure the artist would've understood.
Wearing what the fuck i want because it's my week off.
This is exactly what today and much of this fucking timeline has been like.
Between the football and the fire, today has been one the worst days for Glasgow.
"Who the fuck wears Gaultier these days?"
Mrs Waschbär: "yeah, he's just somebody that you used to knowww."
One of my current favourite things to do is to say to Mrs Waschbär that "the coffee pot is washed if that information is ah pertinent to you", but every day I do it in a pitch higher than before and a wee bit slower. Nearly broke my throat today with the raspiness.
The boomers truly are the worst generation to have ever existed. They got everything good and helpful, and have fucked it all up for their grandchildren and beyond. Absolutely selfish cunts. Fuck them.
Hmm, not entirely sure that they are all headed my way, bandsintown
Water scarcity was already a concern and it enrages me no end that we just let tech companies and politicians build data centres that sook up all the drinking water, increase pollution and energy costs. And for what? To summarise an email that I can read? To make shitty images?
Yes. MySpace was the best days, and even the early days of twtr were good for finding things and having mutual friends. Nowadays you're left wondering if accounts are bots or ai. The Internet is less useful. I used to love going online, now I want to limit my time on it.
Mrs Waschbär posting this attack on the socials.
I mean she's not wrong but still.