I wake up, dishes to do. Try to get dressed to do dishes, but no I need to do laundry first.
Gather up clothing, open up the washing machine, why the fuck are there dishes here?
Take them to the sink to get them out of the way, but I realize the sink is made out of dirty laundry
This hellish nightmare is unyielding, the chores stretch on as the one gruelling reminder that I’m not truly free, forever chained to these two menial tasks that define my very being.
Blahaj ain’t hexbear, if they want to auth com it up they can do it on their instance - nothing stopping them from making a tankie 196
Also seems to run a lot smoother than jebora on my crappy old phone, so glad I’ve got my favourite back
Wоrd fіltеrѕ аrеn’t thаt еffесtіvе thоugh‚ lаnguаgе јuѕt еvоlvеѕ аrоund thеm․
Аlѕо‚ hоmоglурhѕ․․․ Тhеrе’ѕ роtеntіаllу thоuѕаndѕ оf wауѕ tо wrіtе bіtсh wіth Unісоdе ѕubѕtіtutіоnѕ․
been really loving halls of torment, best description i could give is something between vampire survivor and diablo 2.
How are you gonna run chmod when you don’t have permissions to use it anymore?