Key Lime Pie until the day I die.

You’re not going to.

Go outside or read a book.

Fax machines.

The food especially nopales and agua fresca. Deep cut American classic rock being blasted at me from shops and Uber drivers. The people are generally interested in why I’m so stoked to be there, I loved answering questions. Indigenous ruins and archeology zones. I’m from Texas, so it was constantly fascinating figuring out some of the origins of cultural keystones I didn’t realize shaped my life.

It was such a better time in my life than what I’m struggling with now. That’s probably too personal to be a good answer, but it’s an honest one.

Went there a couple years ago to go see the ruins. A lot of the colonial buildings are leaning at strong angles.

Fuck I miss Mexico.

Metagross. He’s hits like a genius freight train.

Aztec History and Culture

This is some depressing Timberborn content.

I blocked you. Stop making new accounts.

No.

I can’t find sustainable work. I don’t have a romantic partner. I’m old and now facing bleak years left on Earth.

If we got along and I found them attractive, sure.

Are they going to put up with me playing copious amounts of city building games, my weekly Dungeons & Dragons game, and never shutting up about Aztec history?

I got certifications, communication skills, and I research every company I’m lucky enough to get an interview for. You hiring? I would be a star employee.

Edit:

Question, how do you suggest writing resumes that involve the company mission? I can’t think of something that doesn’t involve having AI tailor your resume or throwing keywords around in the summary (which those never work). I try to tailor cover letters to places I’m applying to.

I’m in the same boat. I’m trying to go from frontend developer/designer to project manager. My advice is to look for certifications that are respected in the field and then acquire them.

You need to get into Spanish Hair Metal.

Duedas - Júpiter

I feel like I could exist happily in the Super Mario Universe. I would try to homestead in a forgotten forest level or on a hill where the stars always shine in the sky.

I don’t have either the time or the money anymore to eat properly.

I eat better (when I had money). No fast food, I only drink alcohol every couple of months, and avoid harmful drugs. Going to bed early I see it as a luxury. I walk instead of driving. My go to beverages are ice water, cold brew black coffee, and occasionally soy milk.

I’m fucking miserable.

My heart is swole.

Make games. Tabletop and video games.

I’m holding on by a thread. I’m humiliated, anxious, and desperate for a job that can cover the bills. Lonely too.