J. Michael Mull

@jmichaelmull.bsky.social

I've ran out of clever things to write here about five social networks ago, so I'm just gonna play this out a little bit and see if it sticks.

this kid (everyone younger than me is a kid now) who works at Lululemon (sp?), who I kinda sorta think is possibly flirting with me, is asking me to come in so he can "hook me up." Like, I'm pretty easy to please, but mates' rates on athleisure wear is not the way to this man's heart

with all the motor scooters and ebikes kids are riding around on now, I'm trying to convince the youth we all used to surf around on railroad handcars. Sorry, I don't have any pics, as we didn't have phones back in the day

was really hoping the rest of the banshee community would follow me, one of their very own, over to Bluesky. Alas, they remain on Twitter, The Everything Bank™. I did meet a couple of harpies here, but it's not the same

as the person who leaves the party first, I should be invited to more parties. I’m vital because I give the go-ahead for others to wrap it up. I'm hyper aware of when people have had enough of me and it's only to your benefit

I particularly love this one nearby grocery store; one of their four pillars is aesthetics. I mean, hello. As a bougie bitch, they've got food from all over the world. Camel milk is a thing, apparently. Never once crossed my mind. And yet I still can't get a goddamn cheese doodle within 1000 miles!