It's endless. I give up. None of my friends even post anymore, it's all brands and this nonsense.

This algorithm was once intended to encourage me to spend hours looking at pretty pictures and now it's just this.

It's all so fucking grim. I remember when social media was about posting your lunch and sunsets.

This is just what the internet is now I guess.

????

I mean...

Never not reading this as "Handy Nasty" now.

I have SO many questions.

*rattles the cups* Osssscaaaaarrr, come earn your keep!

Having a slightly later start to attending the conference today because there's a Furry Orb in the way. (It's very cold and he insists on cuddling.)

What I've discovered is that you can describe a wine as "complex" and everyone thinks you're really smart.

And we're off!

"I NEED MORE HOT SAUCE RIGHT NOW GODDAMNIT" me to my cat when I'm cooking my eggs and tortillas. (He doesn't help.)

I think it might be raining.

Me to my cat when he starts that shit:

RNZ is finally ready to break some Wilberforces news: www.rnz.co.nz/life/lifesty...

Every morning this guy wakes me up at 5 am with yelling and headbutts. He's lucky he's cute.

The sleepiest boy in the world.

I'm sorry but what is going on here.

Oh well in that case

My therapist: Auckland Old Folks Ass isn't real, it can't hurt you. Auckland Old Folks Ass:

Look, this guy sounds like an awful person, but if you told me that there was a tattoo artist called "Shakey Pete", I would not want to get tattoos from him. Being shaky is one of the things I do not want in my tattoo artist. www.rnz.co.nz/news/busines...

Finally we know what the woke sky is:

I have one already, I think.

Not very friendly then, was it.