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Pointless inquiry when all you get in return are beautiful lies.

That's a shitty pic website. They know those aren't shoes. They're damned water socks. I know it!

Today my Greek teacher said she thought I was 30. I said no, I'm just immature.

I'm trying to get an idea of how to insert some of us into a bar scene at some random pub. I'm having difficulty turning us into avatars. I mean dreaming avatars is easier than digitally drawing them. I want to make it so I can illustrate my and other's stories. Like Ricky Gervais and Stephen Merchant and Karl Pilkington on that radio podcast way back.

I kinda want to place a bar set on a stage. Then make characters perform a play or something. Like I'm extremely bored and I think I could make some money after I screw with it for another year or so.

Dear diary, today the bread truck driver at safeway called me a "fuckin stoner" under his breath as I slowly mosied in front of him and methodically picked through the freshest loaves in the back while he waited for me to finish. This would be a rant except that last time I went there they called security on me. This is an improvement. I am moving up in the world. I can feel it.

My supermarket story kind of fits too...late Saturday night I went shopping. I remembered the high percentage of Saturday night situations I've seen but I decided to go anyway. At around 11:45 PM when I was packing my stuff, I saw a guy in a tug of war with security over his cart. He finally left with the cart, I guess after security removed a shop lifted item. It's a rave because of the reinforced lesson that I really, really should avoid going out on Saturday nights.

Two years ago I cut myself using a thin ruler to guide a hobby knife. I dropped the ruler to go to the bathroom and couldn't find it when I went back. I just found it in a different room. Same ruler I used to measure my finger length in a video I posted on the other forum.

My best guess is that I carried the ruler on the way to the bathroom and threw it in the other room before entering the bathroom.

HighlyIrregular wrote: ↑

Thu Aug 12, 2021 10:24 pm

Two years ago I cut myself using a thin ruler to guide a hobby knife. I dropped the ruler to go to the bathroom and couldn't find it when I went back. I just found it in a different room. Same ruler I used to measure my finger length in a video I posted on the other forum.

My best guess is that I carried the ruler on the way to the bathroom and threw it in the other room before entering the bathroom.

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Mhm, I know the feeling when that happens. Best guesses are the stuff of mystery. Newton had a "best guess" and for that I'm glad. Gravity still works! * picks up self-respect and shuffles off *

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Guess what I just learnt?

I bring you, Money jungle by some fellas

Nothing gives a feeling of power like wheeling around your bipolar, verbally abusive OCD narcissist mother in law in her little hospital wheelchair while she throws up on herself under sedation after her colonoscopy. Who's in charge now bitch? That's right, the guy who can speak english and drive a car.

Apparently I gave this guy a crappy Lyft ride back before I developed decent L.A. traffic driving skills ... I think it was 2017 maybe? Anyway, meet David Choe.



(edit) pretty sure Kevin's high af.