Damn corporate shrinkflating Charlie’s head on us.

Every time I go south I wonder how people down there are still alive. Between the sweet tea, biscuits and gravy, pork cracklings, boudin, and kolaches, I feel like I have to take a nap whenever I eat a meal.

It’s the thing that bothers me about the obligatory 1-on-1s we do every month with our supervisors, asking “On a scale from 1 to 10, what’s your stress level? Are you dealing with any personal issues?” And the one time I pipe up and say, “Yeah, they raised my rent $300 and it’s putting strain on my budget.” The response was “Do you know anyone who could move in or that you could move in with to alleviate that?” I haven’t gotten a raise in two years. Fuck this shit. Don’t act like you care.

Reminds me of a friend who plays with two custom spells on quickslots the first chance he gets to make them. The first he calls “JUMP GOD” and the second is “I HATE FALL DAMAGE” with 2-300 points in jump for 1s and a couple seconds of feather fall, respectively.

Who needs fast travel?

Almost as dumb as Nintendo patenting the concept of a sanity meter and then not fucking doing anything with it since Eternal Darkness: Sanity’s Requiem.

Yeah, I don’t think there’s a restaurant on Alberta that doesn’t have at least a little of this aesthetic.

That said, Pine State is worth the asking price and I’ll kill on that hill.