I wish I was pretty but like actually pretty, not “my friends and family think I’m pretty because they’re my friends and family” pretty.
“can u not” has been my mental response to almost everything that happens these days
I refuse to die until I see either sentient robots, first contact, virtual reality or all three
I will keep myself alive via pure spite and vitriol until I’m 300 years old
I am quite proficient at not doing anything.