The pump at my regular gas station used to have a hidden mute button. Hold down the top right button next to the screen and voila no annoying ad noise.

After a a year of this they replaced the pumps and now I cant mute the ads anymore. Sad face.

Went to therapy for depression and high anxiety.

Put me on depakote. Gained a lot of weight(spare tire) and ended up with body dismorphia which made me even more depressed.

Quit that therapist and went to another who pulled me off of it. Body went back to normal. Just needed someone to talk to. Helped me realize that I cared too much about what others thought.

My anxiety was due to trying too hard to people please when most people don’t know themselves what pleases them. And the depression was me failing to help others.

If they don’t know, how the fuck am I supposed to help them. Answer: Don’t. Help myself and by extension I help everyone. Problem not solved but definitely more managed.

Came up with the phrase “Slow the Decay”. Best way to do that is by making suggestions that others may or may not take. If they do, I helped slow the Decay. If not, then it’s not my fault. Can’t help the entire world, but I can help slow the decay in my small part of it.

I eat my dessert first…cause no one can tell me no and I’ll still be hungry for an entree afterwards…

Been aware of this unwritten rule for a number of years. The people who ask me for help do not. They insult the tradition by trying to give me money…stunch refusal gets me strange looks but invites to weekend bbqs.

Love, love is a verb Love is a doing word Fearless on my breath

Gentle impulsion Shakes me makes me lighter Fearless on my breath

Teardrop on the fire Fearless on my breath

Nine night of matter Black flowers blossom Fearless on my breath Black flowers blossom Fearless on my breath

Teardrop on the fire Fearless on my…

Water is my eye Most faithful mirror Fearless on my breath Teardrop on the fire of a confession Fearless on my breath Most faithful mirror Fearless on my breath

Teardrop on the fire Fearless on my breath

You’re stumbling down You’re stumbling down

Written by: Andrew Lee Isaac Vowles, Elizabeth Fraser, Robert Del Naja, Grantley Marshall

That’s my bad…I was super gassy the other week. I’ll back on the beans and onions.

For the betterment of all gamers,

For the enrichment of our hobby,

For the expansion of the Indy Renaissance,

Buy no AAA games from multimillion dollar companies.

Conspiracy theorists could “in theory” use chemical sniffers attached to mini drones to detect gasses given off by human corpses and run the courses to narrow down where the bodies could be.

I would totally love to see the graphs and accumulation data on their findings…

I dont gamble, I just bid on abandoned storage units and hope for the best.

Bought a 2000 Honda Civic precisely because I don’t want to be spied upon.

Spank my ass cause everything else already does, so it makes my effort almost completely moot.

Nah they developed all that tech in multiple underground bunkers somewhere…

Heron is just there for the “vibes”.

𝘎𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢 𝘩𝘶𝘮𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘳𝘢𝘴𝘱𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘳𝘺

A sense of humor is terrible thing to waste…

Stop talking and do it then. FAFO.

Mass times velocity equals FUBAR…

Are US troops going to be spread too thin during the next world war?..it’s looking like it.

Reality is really difficult for some people…

Just threw up in my mouth a little bit…

Got sick and tired of those looks so I stopped making them question their reality.