q log #140: bit disappointed in the quality of haters these days. They just call me a slur and huff off. Theres no heart in their hate, no passion put into their punches, no creativity in their antagonism. They dont even dig into my timeline or selfies to find something they think id be sensitive or self-concious about anymore. Its just lazy and kinda sad.
q log #138: i am so ready to ditch the flesh for the machine, but have as yet been unable to find anyone willing to download my brain into a tamagotchi
q log #137: I am real flesh human. I enjoy breathing, digesting proteins, and paying taxes. My insides are made of disgusting wet meat and not titanium and silicon like a normal human, small and squishable.
q log #132: asked my spawn what they learned at school today. They said, "gay men like Sony, lesbians favor Yamaha, and transgender people prefer Bose."
Kneeling down, I put my hand on their shoulder and said, "kid, those are just stereo types."
q log #130: Sorry mate, Mastercard said i can’t sell you Puyo Puyo Tetris because of the suggestive themes. Also your game about finding a cat in the alps has been delisted for pornography (visible asexual flag in The Witch’s cabin)
q log #128: I was rereading some of the stuff I wrote the other night, and its clear where I started to drift off to sleep from the increase in typos and fewer complete sentences. You can tell I'm rushing to finish jotting down my inspiration before I fall asleep on the keyboard.

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