cryptocurrency is so legit these folks have to resort to hacking your loved ones Instagram business account to sell their pyramid scheme
honeysuckle smells so much like jasmine but apparently these two species are relatively unrelated just like how the downy and hairy woodpeckers diverged way back in the evolutionary tree despite resembling each other so closely
fucking tired fucking furious of waking up daily to this shit. I don’t know how every American isn’t fucking furious all the time
my hand in summer is an NRI tricolor: sunburnt dark, watch strap pale and wore a wrist band during a beer fest brown
my fingers smell of garlic all the time but I guess that comes with the garlic lifestyle
another batch of pesto ready to go
everyone at the beer fest seems to like my t shirt
I have been standing in the sun for so long that my skin is back to its natural Indian shade of dark brown. sorry mom and dad but I actually like my natural color more than the pasty northeast winter indoor shade that you love
looking forward to getting my citizenship just so I can punch a Nazi in the face without getting deported. not that I’m ever actually doing it I’m just gonna fondly imagine doing it while I lie in a warm relaxing bath surrounded by candles and incense. not that I ever do that.
just spit balling here but more people need to read shit like this and go WHAT THE FUCKING EVERLASTING WHAT ARE YOU EVEN FUCK WHAT EVEN ARE YOU WHAT HOLY FUCKING WHAT FERAL PIGS JESUS CHRIST ON A DANDELION WHAT? FUCK. FUCK.
the more I am off twitter and writing here the more I’m realizing how much Twitter was stunting my intellectual and writing growth in addition to the whole toxicity thing. it is amazing not to be restricted to an arbitrarily fixed number of characters. I realize it was geared towards a specific business model of online performative theater but only now have I realized that this business model never worked for me and my writing style
my favorite part of summer is farmers markets and beer fests and today I’m doing both
I never remember any American names because the moment someone introduces themselves to me I start feeling the anxiety of pronouncing my name articulately enough for them to understand it
there are three types of Americans: the blue leftists who are perpetually angry. the red rurals who are perpetually angry. and then we have the purple suburbanites who are living a life of I don’t want to be angry I have a good life. I’m sorry but in the age of fascism there’s no option of not being angry. you just have to choose what you’re angry about.
white suburban anti fascists need to fucking rise up because the white rurals feel like they got their fascism going good. the rest of us minority irrelevants are just watching and harming ourselves and hoping for the best
I’m fucking furious
I wish I was in the woods why am I even here: me any time I go to a bar
I don’t need a lot of money for when I retire just enough to buy bird feed and feed myself and my wife if there’s anything left
my naturalization interview is in ten days. inshallah I’ll be able to vote against fascism this election after all?
there’s an article in the inquirer today about how white Philly suburbanites are anxious about this hurricane season because of trauma from hurricane ida last year. okay but does this mean you’re gonna vote for climate change mitigation (blue) or you still gonna vote for racism (red)
if Donald Trump isn’t imprisoned I’m moving because this country is shit
we blame donald trump for fascism but male inadequacy creating toxicity in society is not a new thing just slightly less horrible
the only time libertarians need to be taken seriously is if they call you complaining that they are being swallowed alive by an alien creature and even then you should wait for the free market before taking any kind of action
when I first landed in the US I did not know that twenty five years later I would be sitting outside a cabin in the pocono mountains of pennsylvania playing the drums by a campfire. grateful to the current me for making it happen - past me (an absolute fucking idiot)
me entering the cabin: HEY
wife: WHAT
me: HANG ON I HAVE FIVE DIFFERENT INSECTS ON ME
I shake off the insects and go back in
me: do you want to know about an interesting interaction I just had with a spider that will
wife: no
me: ok
goes back outside to my campfire and insects