i had never seen a roomba-like robot with my two eyes until several days ago and it made me feel utterly unhinged bc of how hard i laughed at it. tears were honestly streaming down my face as i watched this little robot vaccum cleaner named “bObi” completely fail to find its home and get stuck under an ottoman and start rapidly hitting the legs of the ottoman over and over again as it tried to get out. i started feeling so bad for it and we had to move the furniture to pick it up and place it directly in front of its dock. this is an incredibly pedestrian post about a robot vacuum but the experience truly touched my soul. i will never listen to an optimus prime monologue the same way
i bought a gift for a friend i thought was gonna be like a belated christmas gift but turns its from russia and the shipping might take a month so… very belated christmas i guess
i have some old selfies that are being hidden bc they according to tumblr they might be explicit… they’re not, but i don’t see any option to appeal or review. they show up on my dash by on my blog it’s just a placeholder post with 0 notes you can only see when you look at a specific tag
next time any of you lift a finger to write some dumb broad assertion about people being “anti-recovery” take a minute to make sure cerebrospinal fluid isnt leaking in torrents out of your nose
