ever forward, my darling wind

my "suicidal hermit" lifestyle has been largely detrimental to my emotional wellbeing

I'm so old i remember when people liked using Windows

scientists are trying to discover something harder than getting out of bed to go to work in the morning. and dont make a fucking penis joke ok they already checked everyone’s dick and it doesn’t even come close

one thing abt me is that I can't recognize veneers and I can't tell when someone's hair is a wig and I can't clock fake accents even when they're done pretty badly and I'm also bad with faces. all that to say I would be insanely vulnerable to hijinks/capers

unconvinced i'll ever find "the vitamin" that makes me all better so i can get real work done but i do expect they'll elucidate whatever my deal was post-mortem, after which what i did manage to accomplish with my life will be regarded on the level of Beethoven composing despite being deaf or Gordon Ramsay cooking despite being british

red mackerel tabby with moderate white spotting

red mackerel GAMER with moderate white PWNING

im imagining the DJ like joyfully bouncing around and they have a button that makes the coin sound and theyre pressing it a bunch of times randomly and they dont even notice anyone leaving until the last persons gone and they get all sad and put their headphones over one ear and cleanly transition it to the game over sound