Golly Shannon
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Golly Shannon
@gollyshannon.bsky.social
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I'm just an old lady who talks to cats, plants, and The Void... Writing on the bathroom wall of the Net since the 90s.
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Où est le plombier? Putain de merde!
Ç'est ardu, mes amis.
Je me résigne.
Cauchemar ennuyeux!

#haiku en français
Cette journée est trop pénible.
I took my medicine and I'm sitting down but my heart is doing its angry pitter‐patter regardless
This is a terrible Monday.

That means the rest of the week will be super duper... right?
Oh I see someone actually did some work while I was gone for 24 hours, wow
It was only when I stepped outside myself and watched me
Gnaw a whole bagel while climbing the hill
In beret & Irish wool that I realized

I'm a weird creature who needs no costume
How you gonna call me to ask me a question and then tell me I'm wrong?

I really love men in real life but they make it SO HARD
I don't even like answering the phone, and this job is making me actively hate it.
I think: if I have to speak to men on the phone all day, I'd like to be paid more for the hassle.

They call me from their cars and workshops, it's loud, sometimes the English is minimal, and they seldom know exactly what they want.

And when they do, I don't have it, and they want to insist I do.
More band names

Probable Fanfare
Nightcap at the Convent
The Glitter Pioneers
Yoke and the Album Men
Funicular Staircase
Tiptoe Tsunami
Men: "I want this Thing but I'm not even sure what it is, can you find it for me?"
Myself: <finds it>
Men: "I don't think that's it."

I may actually become a murderess.
And a note to all men:

If you don't know what in the fuck you're looking for, then how the fuck are we supposed to know?

Fuck you for calling, get your shit together, then we can talk.
Like if you can't match a picture to an item, maybe you shouldn't be fucking shopping for your job... just a thought
Here I am, still wondering how the profoundly stupid manage to get and keep a job...
My favorite part of my day is when no one asks me any questions about anything.
Gabby in Fort Wayne can get fucked. Fuck you and your fake religious bullshit, Gabby you dumb cunt.

This message is brought to you by the letter B for Bitch Shut the Fuck Up.
Making a list of #bandnames

Peeping Fossils
Crustal Newsreel
Simile Anthology
Senator Nemesis
Diorama Tremors
Debauchery Apologist
Aluminum Grandson
Trick or treating isn't what it was in the 1980s when I was little. I grew up in a little village where you could wander for hours even after dark.
I'm still thinking about that sweetly grumpy Russian boyfriend of my dream lmao
PEP SI (NEEDS TO REMEMBER ITS ROOTS) FOR DYS PEP SIA
It feels like a good day to burn shit.
I can't even send an email in this dumbass concrete box I work in