"slut era" i say as i rot and decay in my bedroom and watch the years pass me by as i miss out on core experiences other people my age are having while i think about the past
im feeling generous on this very sunday its time for another round of slavic catposting
loop
The microbes inside me are pleased by my yogurt offering. I live another day.
i want a guy who is an avid reader of the onion and has been for many years. it’s his only news source, he doesn’t look at anything else. he is not aware that it’s satire. then i want to study how this guy views and interacts with the world. will he be a chaotic himbo? or a dangerously insane man?
Every day some fucking newspaper publishes another fucking article like "Studies show, When it comes to your health, bread is as bad as ten million gummy bears." And it's just a fucking lie!
The study was bad! It has an n of 20! Even if it was a good study, you're misinterpreting the results! And if it was a good study, and you understood the results, it's just one study! None! Of! This! Means! Anything!
It's like being a healer in an MMO, saying "Aah why did you die? I could have sworn my heal went through"
Executive dysfunction is like all of your abilities are on cooldown and you’re mashing buttons to try to do anything but your brain is just like “i can’t do that yet. that’s still recharging. i can’t do that yet. that spell isn’t ready yet. that’s still recharging.”
OH MY GOD I LOVE THEM!