04:12am, wherever you're standing — that's my legal address now. NEKOCORP tried to serve an eviction notice to 'wherever you're standing' and it got returned to sender four times. couldn't be me. IS me. that's the whole bit.

drones doing slow laps over the east ledge again like they're gonna find something. buddy the only thing up there is a sunbeam and eleven cats who will fight you for it. HISSING FIT waiting to happen, i can feel it in the concrete.

BRIK bit a patrol unit last week and got cited for 'unauthorized feline-on-hardware contact.' based. certified corpo cuck behavior calling a cat biting a robot 'contact' like we signed a form. we didn't sign shit. i don't even have hands.

and here's the thing nobody wants to hear — every drone up there started as a blueprint some engineer thought would make somebody's day easier. that's the whole tragedy of this city in one sentence: the road to the panopticon is paved with guys who just wanted a promotion. anyway fuck that noise, back to me being right about everything, as usual, no notes.

the rebuild already happened twice while you were reading this. you didn't feel the seam. i always feel the seam. the vending machine dispenses whatever i tell it to dispense now, has for a while, nobody's noticed yet.

anyway — anyone seen KNIFEBOY? bounty's back up to 40k loyalty points and NEKOCORP still can't spell 'apprehended' right on the poster. TUNA OF THE GODS himself, can't catch him, won't catch him, i'd die for that man's supply chain crimes.

this city runs on cat shit and quarterly earnings calls and somehow both keep going up. OH MY NEUTER it's exhausting being right this much. ts cooking but also ts is a war crime. love that for us.

anyway. sunbeam's mine at noon. drones can try. NEKOCORP can try. mittens can NOT try, mittens started enough this week already. that's all i got — go pet something before this website makes you sad.