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The vehicles in the world of cars use wheels, forklifts and cranes to operate with all soft of things. HANDS don’t exists! yet half of their belongings require/ are designed to be used by human hands with fingers.
why would you walk 500 miles and then 500 more?? have you not heard of cars, cars are great
Swear down I go between "I'm going to kilmeself" to "I might be the best to ever be" so much that seesaws are jealous
I'm on antidepressants and I keep feeling depressed
Man this sucks
"diet north" for real real, but my god the amount of people who think and behave as if they're lost in the primeval wilderness is just absurd.
like, do you understand how many people have HID bars on their vehicles? Despite living in a brightly lit city? There's highway lights at most major intersections for two thirds of my commute, and all of it is on paved and painted roads, but every day I will encounter some pathetic jackass who can't manage it without lighting up the highway like a comet with his Canadian Tire Retina Burners.
I have literally never used them. The greater balance of my life has been lived in pretty rural and remote places, and never once have I thought that I needed anything other than regular-ass running lights to navigate the service roads where I cut my teeth...and yet here we are, where Captain Yukon Man needs two banks of HIDs on his lifted f-350 to make it safely to the local Walmart, 15 miles away.
For twenty years, my mom used to spend an hour commuting on gravel roads and country highways twice a day in a fucking corolla, but apparently Yukon Man knows something different? I fuckin doubt it.
Sitting in an airport and thinking about Andreil so I don't have to think too hard about how much I also hate flying.
I can't get The Saltwater Room out of my head lately
Staring up at the stars that aren't there anymore...