

A broken man, obsessed with 500 year old Mexican culture. Also, a mailman.




It used to be easy to look at the night sky and see stars.


Because health care makes us go bankrupt.


I filled the boxes on my reincarnation form. The powers that be can figure it out.


Born to rich mentally stable parents.


I currently play in my living room and have my PC running to my TV. I had to learn the hard way (screen burn) tvs are not monitors.
I bought a Couch Master a couple years ago when I had a well paying job.


I want a new gaming computer and a gigantic monitor/tv to plug into. I’m broke to the point of skipping meals currently.


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I’m currently waiting in the break room of the S&DC I work at waiting for a truck. I was supposed to start work 35 minutes ago. If USPS doesn’t have the budget to hand me a 40 year old LLV then I don’t think they’ll have the budget to put cameras in all of the fleet. Hell, I can’t even get a Duck and the parking lot is full of them.
I live in PA after moving here from Texas. It’s absolutely insane to me how much gambling there is. I recently found Pennsylvania has the 2nd highest gambling revenue after Nevada.
I got a god for gambling, Xochipilli. There’s a place for everything, but now everyone can gamble on your phone it’s everywhere. It’s making Western civilization worse.
Rampant gambling. I heard that it was also popular in the twilight years of the Roman Empire.


Web Developer and Designer. I was a government contractor making apps and websites.


I’m the son of a junkie, worked hard for a career for ten years then Trump/Musk ended it, I haven’t had a woman romantically involved with me in over 22 years, my mortgage eats over half of the money I make in a month, drinking isn’t fun anymore, I’m broke, and I just started delivering mail at 40 years old. It has been raining on me all day for the last two days at work. I’m old and done with everything.


I delivered Amazon packages because I work for the United States Postal Service.
It wasn’t what I wanted to do today.
I wanted to cry today. I want to cry every day. I hate my life.


I would buy a brick house on top of a forested hill. My nearest neighbor would be a 20-minute drive away.
I would work on my magnum opus of tabletop rpg rules, which I would convert into a video game.
I would commission art and fund the construction of shrines to the four tezcatlipocas.
Fund owl habitat preservation.
Yeah… also fuel costs…
Yes. Could someone please come and get me?
No no no no no no no no no no!
