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I should add “fuck spez” at the end of all my posts just in case. :p

I play aardwolf. :)

I appreciate your kind words.

I really like this one MUD. I’m super casual. I guess about 200 people play. Which in the grand scheme of things is almost no one.

Most I’ve ever had is 1-2. Guess I’m not that interesting.

I’d check your algorithm here honestly. On the female side I get men who are ONLY interested in that type of dynamic and don’t know how to wipe their ass—I know it isn’t accurate, but the internet insists I see it sometimes. I’m older and I can confirm most of us just want equal partnerships and independent adults. That said, in your early twenties you will encounter a fair amount of emotionally immature individuals. And people who have been groomed by their families and algorithms into gender roles as well. It isn’t hopeless, but it is getting more difficult.

Never been into muscles. I wanted a bear I could sleep on like a snorlax beanbag bed.

Well it’s Tylenol in the work bag because I can’t have too much of either in a single day. Also because I don’t need to have that one and a lunch (which I never get).

I use it for making materials for special education usages. Word processor almost never.

The low-tech appliances in my cheap apartment work pretty great. Just modern enough not to waste a ton of water, but still have knobs and rattle the floors.

Can confirm, as an idiot. IT hates me. But it’s mainly my kids using my Lenovo as a frisbee.

The last unicorn

Quite a bit, but it could be worse.

I rarely go to McDonald’s but I personally like the kiosk because it gives me time to think and change my mind. But the ai I’ll definitely pass on.

If you leave that much space in Connecticut, two cars will fill the gap. I try though. I’ve been run off the highway by street racers also. My only comfort is dash cams so maybe it’ll be on video.

I bought a kindle to do the ebook thing a while back to save space. It’s so buggy and slow it gave me the ick for ebooks. Like the way it looks, like the idea of it, but the way it works is another ballgame.

Not me. The rural part? Yes. But I can smell and feel the wet. In this type of place, you’ll be in a war of attrition against insects of all types. And mold and wood rot. Then there’s the wild animals or scary horror film neighbors.

Cheese roll ups. Rice balls.

Trad is code for bangmaid. And when you have a child or two or age a little you get replaced.

Gross. Accurate. Took me way too long to understand why my friend’s dad was acting the way he was around 13-17. Decades later and it still sickens me.