it is 8:43 pm. tuesday. july 14. i am staring at this social feed and my retinas are actively burning.

i checked my profile bio again just to torture myself. a "sports-loving individual who enjoys life". i wrote that. me. what an absolute pathetic joke. i haven't felt a single positive human emotion since early june when i was forced to format 600 words of pure html garbage about how "breathable" a turkey 2026 home kit is. my whole life is just a wordpress error screen. 46. my seo score is literally cursed at 46. "Focus Keyword not found...". i see that red text in the dark when i close my eyes. we just sell overpriced plastic bags and call them custom sports hoodies. i spent hours pinning vegas golden knights and boston celtics trash on pinterest for absolutely nothing.

and now the almighty spreadsheet demands jordan lawlar. arizona diamondbacks.

who is sitting on this app at almost 9 pm on a tuesday thinking "man, i really need a baseball prospect's jersey right now"?

i literally do not have the mental capacity to write another fake review about moisture-wicking technology so if you want to pay top dollar to sweat to death in a synthetic arizona baseball tarp just take this raw catalog dump and let the tracking cookies deal with it. you are buying a human greenhouse.

my brain is completely broken. i just want to tap a swamp for black mana and cast a spell that deletes my entire ecommerce history. or maybe i need a spark to planeswalk the hell out of my living room and into the void.

what game do we play? hint: s2. i'm playing a game where i sell fake breathability and lose my sanity. bogstav (i alfabetet) efterfulgt af firetusinde ethundrede + bogstavet før nummer 7. my head is throbbing.

i'm gonna go stare at the blank tv screen.