When I was 18, my life fell apart. The career I wanted, 4F'd. I dropped out, due bureaucratic bullshit I wasn't gonna grad. So I walked the country, and rode busses. I worked in every continental state. Manual labor, and freelance Journalism.
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Been on a bit of a kdrama kick. Highly Recommend "Undercover High School" it's funny, suspenseful, well written and has a decently stable plot.
Ah. The orgy thread disappeared. Lol
There are times.... I realize I have specialized knowledge that... can't be put into context. I've lived a fucked life
Mercenary Enrollment gives me questions
Yay, last minute flight canceled, and was reassigned. I didn't have to go to DC today!
It's a hot day
I caved and started digitizing my novel guide book on Google docs. ?
Man, early 2000s Emo rock was a vibe, not my scene, but was adjacent to the crowd I hung with
I have a massive forking headache. I've tried food, and drank water, no help. Time for Tylenol, as soon as my roommate gets back.
Robert California is Raymond Redington, he's the Consierge of Crime, where better to hide then in Scranton, where the VPOTUS of the USA is from. People don't see the obvious.
Will I get in trouble if I make a thread on how to write good politics in a novel, using my experience, and references?
Creed Bratton is the 2nd most interesting b-tier character on the Office. Raymond Reddington is number one
I've read about bacon wrapped banana, if you've had one, can you describe it for me. Sounds gross
I want sleep.
If someone can't tell you why? Don't do what they're asking.
Um... have you ever thought about how flimsy these devices we use are?
There was a smell test done.
The sweaty T-shirt study by Claus Wedekind (1995)
Key Study: "The Sweaty T-shirt Study" (Wedekind et al. 1995) | IB Psychology
Discover the link between genetics and scent preference in this study by Claus Wedekind and colleagues. Learn how MHC genes play a role in mate selection.
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And... this week started off annoying work wise. Fuck
When I was younger, I had a moment where I realized my grip on reality was slipping. What clued me in was the rabbit that spoke to me. It wasn't schizophrenia. It was a Stress induced manic disorder. -
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