Charlotte 猫 Awoo Fide @confusedcharlot@awoo.space

there's an air of disreputability in getting out of bed to make a snack: the furtiveness in trying not to wake your partner, the breaking of the sleep hygiene compact, the cats who are waiting to narc on you if it looks tasty.

however, tonight i had a partner in crime. then it becomes a nighttime raid, and assault on the fridge with pans and spatulas. the prize: gooey grilled cheese sandwiches.

there would be indigestion and a groggy sense of regret, but for now just victory and satiety.

boop softcheese

my fiddler on the roof humor continues to go unappreciated

my twitter feed is turning me fetal

statically recompiled to run on pho

duck topping

My friendships need more tending. I wish I had the energy. I care about you all, though.

https://mobile.twitter.com/ThyLovePrincess/status/957297950983536641

I like my men like I like my bacon https://awoo.space/media/AExBhP3NoIQTqCj40Ds

i... well, i have been seen. i hope i was wearing underwear

https://mobile.twitter.com/melstonemusic/status/957175701081395201

Imagining a world the never gives sentient bots rights of citizenship.

Someone tries to copyleft that shit by forming corps who's only functions are to represent the legal will of their property: the bots

Many humans realize they have less rights then these owned objects

i'm CLOWNFISH (clownfish)
and on SEAHORSE I ride

I'm too real

wish i still liked making things

i'm so tired.

and i'm losing track of ppl

being social online... it's hard.

or maybe i'm just out of touch.

everyone's lives are speeding by, and i feel static.

i don't have much worth sharing anymore.

i'm just

empty.

i should just go to bed.