Kali

@kaliwuff.bsky.social

ΘΔ Wolf Male 29 North America

My neighbors just put up the BRIGHTEST lights that stay on all night and shine directly into my windows. I'm calling the township zoning office first thing in the morning. Does this qualify as "crotchety"?

I’m not super interested in being in a relationship, and I don’t really have the bandwidth for one even if I was. But FUCK I get lonely sometimes

I’ve been going through the most unusual interview process I’ve ever seen. It’s all being coordinated through iMessage group texts. I haven’t given my resume to anyone. They’ll let me set up work processes however I want. It would be the highest paying role I’ve ever had. And it’s actually a legit.

If I’m going to date someone, they need to get through the instagram reels I have saved in a folder labeled “reasons I’m going to hell”

I used to get shit for showing up “late” for work all the time (2 minutes before the shop opened), and this is all that would go through my mind.

Lately it’s been really easy to get me to completely check out of a situation and wonder why I was even fucking around with it in the first place

Apparently I changed my work gmail password 8 days ago, but I don’t remember what I changed it to because I can’t access my password keeper because I need to connect to the internet which I can’t do because my Gmail is required for logging in to my vpn… so I’m fucked.

I think my version of hell would be moving with your car that has recently developed a new noise while waiting to hear back about a job interview. Oh, also it’s hot out and you’re dehydrated but you keep forgetting to grab a bottle of water so it just continues to get worse. Hell.

I waited until the last minute to do something, rushed through it, and sent it through with a few fairly noticeable defects because I didn’t have time to fix them. It should have been good. Fuck everything

It’s amazing how crippling a mental block can be. And it’s damn near impossible to clear. You only see how actually fucking MASSIVE it is once you come out of it.

I haven’t tried coding since I’ve gotten my meds right. I’ve been fucking around with dev tools at work to find shit hidden in the HTML code. Maybe I should try again