tried to go in the hotel pool for some mild PT and i cannot. Do cold water on my scars yet. Literally shocked me n i made a silly noise like βawawawawawaaaaaaaaaβ but hot or lukewarm water is heaven
anyone else get up to get a glass of water and then 8 hours later you finally get to leave an entire family debate about if cry/pto should be taxed/current regulations or lack thereof and the postal system along w/ what feels like every single fucking hot button issue connected to those topics. or do i just live in a unique hell
forever and ever so happy and thankful to myself that i didn't allow shitty people to shame me out of my music taste and enjoyment or taint my catalogue because i love music so muchhhhhhh
going to say something deeply stereotypical and unshocking
NEED the Oraxia bugrobot H/RT so bad i could throw up and start whiteboy punching the doorframe with tears coming out of my eyes. look at this fucking design man
health + another one where if u are squeamish you should Probably avoid it. sorryyyy i'm just at the tail end of this, i literally have the post op visit next week
eeverything sucks so bad i wish i could just have some fucking yaoi moments as the bloggers say
mentions of death/harm (animal + people) and guilt-tripping shit but nothing explicit. i am talking about an internet phenomenon based on Lying Online For Money but watch out if u gotta
not awful but i feel as if this one needs a cut for certain members of the audience
hold onnnnn i just realized because i don't live in an apartment anymore i could literally just. build a DDR pad. like i could do that. this is a house that isn't connected to apartments that would file noise complaints. *Wistful expression* i could build that....