actually, I am pretty sure I will end up stealing more tomorrow, just because I no longer fear repercussions
if my father is pushed to the verge of beating me over finding a shoebox in the trunk of my old car, I sort of think he will be put more at ease by something as 'bad' as my popping painkillers
I mean, that has nothing to do with gender! Why, he'll probably give me a pat on the back.
Somehow I'm totally unsurprised that ege doesn't like Tycho's writing.
Taste is not ege's strong suit
It was more the complete irony of both his original objection and then the sentence he used to explain what he does like, which neatly dealt with all the aspects of Tycho's writing he didn't like.
actually, I am pretty sure I will end up stealing more tomorrow, just because I no longer fear repercussions
if my father is pushed to the verge of beating me over finding a shoebox in the trunk of my old car, I sort of think he will be put more at ease by something as 'bad' as my popping painkillers
I mean, that has nothing to do with gender! Why, he'll probably give me a pat on the back.
So, I want to novelize certain parts of my life but I am having a hard time capturing those moments while remaining curt. Short of a lengthy lead-in, I don't really know how to convey the shame of answering a phone call from a John while riding the bus in Elizabeth.
I mean, that was a pretty defining moment for me as a person, in respect to coming to terms with how people viewed me. Sitting on that bus dressed as a boy, crowded inbetween at least twelve people in earshot-- including some families with children-- and realizing what I had to do, and pushing myself to do it, really signified breaking down a wall.
It takes guts to answer the telephone when you know it is a man you are about to prostitute yourself to, as a girl, and sweet-talk him while throwing your voice in a crowded bus with children and parents and strangers all around you. It takes guts, and it hurts, and I have no idea how to put that down in a poetic or at-all-terse fashion.
Posts
Almost.
I'd rather pop an Adderall and have incredibly vivid masturbatory fantasies.
You can't un-read it
Taste is not ege's strong suit
Who says I want to? :winky:
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Obo: You are correct, but I've got the vicodin if you've got the gin. :P
Oboro exhibits quantum-scale behavior when in the presence of booze.
So I'm not the only one who gets that side-effect?
actually, I am pretty sure I will end up stealing more tomorrow, just because I no longer fear repercussions
if my father is pushed to the verge of beating me over finding a shoebox in the trunk of my old car, I sort of think he will be put more at ease by something as 'bad' as my popping painkillers
I mean, that has nothing to do with gender! Why, he'll probably give me a pat on the back.
I doubled my dose by accident which I've been told is not a horrible thing but I feel a little odd about going to bed now
I wouldn't worry
How many milligrams and of what perscription?
usual is 30
Edit: Oh wait, you were asking nexus.
Edit2: Also I didn't mention overdosing at all. Hahahahahaha oh well.
hey we have something in common.
edit - the painkiller thing.
I mean, that was a pretty defining moment for me as a person, in respect to coming to terms with how people viewed me. Sitting on that bus dressed as a boy, crowded inbetween at least twelve people in earshot-- including some families with children-- and realizing what I had to do, and pushing myself to do it, really signified breaking down a wall.
It takes guts to answer the telephone when you know it is a man you are about to prostitute yourself to, as a girl, and sweet-talk him while throwing your voice in a crowded bus with children and parents and strangers all around you. It takes guts, and it hurts, and I have no idea how to put that down in a poetic or at-all-terse fashion.
I'll get the Adderall and find out. Hopefully vivid is better than the terribly realistic fantasies I have.
You're good, dude.
Otherwise, though, I have Anemic Bonus Level Light-Headed Euphoria Masturbation Supreme, which is The Best.