ShrimpShady

Anyone else ever write a story and then realize partway through that you're absolutely fucked? I'm working on a short story for a competition and I realize it's on pace to be at least 1000 words over the limit.

So uhh... who y'alls got for the 2025 NBA champs? (Gotta be someone who watches basketball).

Lowkey want the Nuggets to win to balance out Jokic's MVP : ring ratio. You know, just to get him out of that Moses Malone zone. 3 MVPs with only 1 ring doesn't sit right with me, especially considering he could get his fourth this season.

Honestly, my gut says Boston. Won't be happy with it though. That team has zero aura.

The real God appeared to me in a dream and said my life's purpose was to spread my insufferable music taste, so

Daily music recommendation #1

Listen if you like post-punk, industrial, shoegaze, being sad. This song feels like the cumbersome, absurd ascent of accepting one's own mortality.

I spend every waking hour fearing I might one day Pavlov's Dog myself through my own habits.

How did I just find out that Dikembe Mutombo had passed away? It's people dying who've never died before I swear.

Sometimes I think about the Romanovs and go damn that's crazy

Forever lamenting the fact that we might never see this performed live ever again.

Finished reading James Joyce's Dubliners after weeks of struggling to do so, and I realize I probably would've shoved Joyce into a locker if I was his contemporary in school.

Sometimes you can look at someone and just know they haven't grown as a human being since they were a teenager.

I put one of my WIPs on text-to-speech and almost fell asleep multiple times while listening to it. Am I cooked? ?‍

Am I missing out by not trying other Lao Gan Ma flavors besides the classic?

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