Fraternity Zombie

The uterus cleaning service has arrived when I canceled my subscription years ago. This is an unused uterus. It does not need to be cleaned. I honestly wish I could speak to the manager.

I feel so bone-shatteringly sad. Like if sad enough to that I could turn to dust.

Sad mac and cheese could be a religion.

I quit smoking again.

I started smoking again...

who named coregasms?

Why doesn't knowing what happens after new traumatic bullshit stop it from manifesting after new traumatic bullshit. Like it should be an either or shituation. Like i can either intimately understand that trauma is going to make disociate and be weird and withdrawn and feel a titch like some froze me in glass. Or I could not and those things happen. Not like understand that its going to happen is happening and like not be able to stop or do anything about it and just be mad.

I wish that non-tech people understand that electrical engineer/electrician/technician/computer scientists are not the same thing and that yes we may be able to do a slightly above average version of the amatuer diy of the other ones job because of overlaping parts in our profession, their knowledge base and education and ours are different.

Information suppression is bad and we shouldn't forget all of the bad things that politicians have done. But making posts about how bad Kamala Harris and Joe Biden are right now is fucking irresponsible. Now isn't the time for that. There will come a time for it. After the fascist is gone.

Concept: Neil wearing a cock cage while playing exy.