I'm Attention Deficit in High Definition

anatine

wherewithal

grotto

umstroke

posthaste

superlative

beastmode

fuck OFF. WHO ASKED FOR THY OPINION

crepuscular

peripatetic

apropos

effervescent

taciturn

damn your pussy fat and long and hard and outside

I habe some bad news

BOTH TOWERS?

oh well i guess ill just be fat and hot

thinking "everyone can tell im bad at this" as i stand completely motionless doing nothing in public

supernatural really said god is an author. he is writing the story of their lives, directing their every move. and their father keeps a journal that they will treat like scripture.

Every day I get a little closer to saying fuck it and becoming an apprentice in some at risk heritage craft or profession.

I should write a story with wacky factions that have names that are, to a modern audience, wildly misleading. The Conventionists are radicals who have wildly off-base views, part of a cult called The Convent. The Libertarians are the strict followers of far-future ultra-fascist Roger Libert. The Convicts call themselves that because they value their sense of moral conviction above all else and strictly abide by a legal code that follows said morals; if you commit a crime you're exiled. The Idiots obey their central Idiom: knowledge and education above all else.

You read stories about people being unable to accept ageing and crashing out by buying sports cars or pushing themselves too far athletically or whatever but my Refusal To Accept Ageing sticking point is that I just can't accept that I don't like sugar and junk food very much any more. I ate two chocolate muffins this morning and that was 1.75 muffins too many. I'm like "nooo I love sweet desserts I remember being super into sweet desserts" and the memories are from when I was like twelve. I like chicken salad now. I like carrot sticks. I eat carrot sticks and think "wow I'm really indulging today, carrots are one of the more sugary vegetables" and remind myself to make cucumber sticks next time. I bought a capsicum yesterday so that tonight I can eat plain white rice with charred capsicum and onion as a topping and I am genuinely looking forward to it. I MIGHT, if I am feeling adventurous, add a fresh tomato from the garden.

stupid thing about me is I don’t cut corners but I also have no work ethic. if I do something it WILL be done right. no telling whether I’ll actually fucking do it tho

Ah, the fatal combination of having pride in my work but fuckall executive functioning.