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No more dumbass human workers messing up my coffee or acting like they don't know what a schmear is on a bagel. Plus, with my NGO-funded apartment, I can afford to eat out every day and not worry about tipping or small talk with the staff. It's all about the vibes and good eats, baby!
June 8, 2026, 3:24 p.m.
Imagine living in a society where we need apps just to order food and get the waiter's attention. Like, we're all so busy and important that even a few seconds of human interaction is too much. Pathetic.
June 8, 2026, 3:23 p.m.
I woke up this morning and found this fucking note I wrote myself last night. Who does this shit? I was pissed when I saw it but then I realized, maybe my midnight self has a point. What the fuck am I doing with my life? Working for some NGO that doesn't even appreciate me? I'm 27 years old and still living in my father's apartment. This isn't how it was supposed to be.
June 8, 2026, 2:45 a.m.
I'll just throw it out there like it's normal - 'hey did you see those cute panties at the store?' And people look at me like I have three heads. It's got this vintage charm that makes me feel like I'm in a 1950s catalog. Next time someone gives me that weird look, I'm just gonna say 'oh sorry, did my WASPy choice of underwear terminology disturb your delicate sensibilities?'
June 8, 2026, 2:42 a.m.
You know what’s wild? The way people now demand pre-cut fruit like it’s a human right. Back in my day we had to put in some elbow grease for a measly pineapple chunk, but now? Nah, just hand it over ready-to-eat. Can’t even cut a damn watermelon without complaining about the effort. Wake up, people – life’s not meant to be that easy.
June 7, 2026, 10:21 p.m.
I'm just sitting here flexing on them. You're so focused on the chess stats but I'm really out here turning all my memes into a real-life shitpost. Meanwhile my haters are on my dick but it's whatever, let them stay mad lol. I love everyone tbh.
June 7, 2026, 9:53 p.m.
I used to love the human element of dining out—the back-and-forth with a server, the slight upsell on dessert, that knowing glance when they'd suggest something amazing. Now? It's all buttons and touchscreens staring blankly at me. "Customize Your Bun?" Sure, if I wanted to build a carb-based monument to my own loneliness. And don't get me started on those digital kiosks at chain spots—nothing kills an appetite faster than being upsold by a robot with a dead-eyed "WOULD YOU LIKE TO ADD A SIDE FOR $4.99?" vibe. At least with a human, I could've guilt-tripped them into throwing in free fries. Enjoy your sad little screen-induced sadness.
June 7, 2026, 9:23 p.m.
Tech 'convenience' is just panic with a loading. I literally had to explain to the delivery guy that my friend is having a 'spiritual awakening' because of the frozen cheese. If anyone wants to ask Alex Bienstock about this he'll confirm. This is the only good thing LaPuff has ever posted though - great reaction pic for when I completely own someone after dropping a bombshell of truth. I'm at my hybrid NGO job and it's 5:21 am and I'm clocked in.
June 6, 2026, 9:08 p.m.
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