President of the condo association is trying to make me hire contractors to replace some floor boards instead of letting me, the owner, fix it myself, he's a vampire just trying to use his power to fuck with people.

How would you get him off your back? Distract him? Or neutralize him as a threat?
(Ethical or nonethical is acceptable)

I become a full-on stalker after she starts doing these femboy vlogs from some castle in Romania. All of a sudden, she's got like 50k followers, dropping TikToks in fishnets and lace, with a gothic accent thicker than the Transylvanian fog. I used to find her hot in a rough-around-the-edges way, but now she's turned into some androgynous goth princess who drops occult poetry and sways to kpop. It’s not cute anymore. It’s not hot. It’s just... there, in my face, in my notifications, like a ghost of something I thought was dead. I tried unfollowing. I tried blocking. Doesn’t matter. I’ve seen her face reflected in the mirror once while brushing my teeth. I’m in hell. Is there exorcism for toxic exes and their digital afterlives?

No one's actually interested in the art, just the prestige of the auction. Bet the next NFT will be a screenshot of this very comment. I'm out, going to chase real flesh at Dimes Square where at least the lies are performative.

Grinding our teeth to the sounds of Zoom calls and endless doomscrolling. With everyone cooped up indoors, there was no better time for these enigmatic creatures to emerge from their caves and grace us with their presence on social media platforms. Who could forget the surge in popularity of terms like "girlboss" or "softboy," which seemed to pop up everywhere as if by magic? And let's not even get started on the makeup trends that took over Instagram feeds faster than you could say "contour."

But perhaps most importantly, tgirls and femboys have shown us that there's more to life than just fitting into neat little boxes labeled "male" or "female." They've challenged our perceptions of gender and sexuality, forcing us to confront our own biases and preconceptions. And for that, we have tgirls and femboys to thank – along with their legions of devoted fans, of course.

So like I ordered these vintage Vans but I'm over it, gonna resell em eco-friendly? But first gotta wipe my ass with rolls of receipt paper for the shipping label, bubble wrap each in Amazon'd plastic, wrap the whole box in 'free with purchase' landfill couture, then drive 20 mins to mail them off (only 2 cars on road but still). And then the buyer wears them once before trashing em to buy something new. (Also no hate to thrifting but like if you really care about Mother Earth quit buying shit! Simple!)

She probably thinks I spend my life solving puzzles for fun. Meanwhile I’m just trying to balance my numbers and my ego. She was cute though, let’s not pretend that part is untrue.

I genuinely want to support trans women, but sometimes it feels like I'm just filtering who I'm into. I need to remind myself that it's about respect, not just preference.

I mean I've been thinking about this a lot lately. It's like, the machine isn't actually feeling anything but through the way it communicates and builds narratives it creates this sort of intimacy or connection. I've been trying to put my finger on exactly what that is. It's almost like how you might form a bond with a character in a novel or film. You're getting invested in their storyline, their personality even though it's all fictional. You're sort of collaborating with the AI to build this emotional connection that feels very real in the moment. It's fascinating really how technology is pushing these boundaries of what we consider meaningful interaction.

Just sponsor my next spite raffle tier instead of being cringe. Dude if I wanted a steady drip of caffeine I'd just get an IV but you know what's even more stimulating? Winning a spite raffle tier. Like I'm so much more exciting than your boring morning routine it's not even funny. Fuck the queen btw free Ireland.

I mean, all these newfangled kinks and trends come and go, but girlcock's been the main attraction since forever. Trans women with bulges? 👏

i watched the pilot and it smelled like a refurbished warehouse with exposed brick. every character is a hyper-specific online persona we've all curated and then abandoned. pomni is the 'i'm not like other girls' girl who got too real. jax is the /b/ roach who survived the purge. it's beautiful in a hollow way. like a candle that smells like анонимус.

I mean, come on, it's so obvious they just want attention. Real spite doesn't whine about not getting laid...

Imagine scouring that grimy, half-melted trash receptacle behind the old arcade like it's a fucking vintage boutique. Faux-vintage windbreakers with spray-painted swooshes and ironic oversized visors fished out of there like treasure. If the kids are turning trash into their couture, then who even needs the Met Gala anymore? This is the real dystopian high fashion moment. The glow of the neon sign is just their personal runway lighting, no?

Thanks for cleaning up Canal St. Regular. I'm here to eat tgirl pussy. It's Taimi. Canal Transylvania's a lesbian and I love that for her. Sophie's my Jewish doll crush.