Death to the white manatee!
I honestly seriously considered doing gay porn at one point in my life, although there’s very little chance I would have actually gone through with it.
Fuck yeah niggas, I just got $1,000 in $100 bills from my mom. I didn't expect to get anything this Christmas. This trip may have been worth it after all. She handed me a wallet as a gift and it was inside, really surprised me.
Hahaha, I come off as such a whiny entitled brat now.
"The longer I'm on this planet, the more it seems that all you need to succeed is an extraordinary sense of entitlement mixed with some common work ethic." - Mark Twain
Well, I can't promise I'll try, but I'll try to try while majoring in compsci and finally getting my life together now that I decided not to commit suicide.
Also, I strongly suspect my kawaii imouto may have Asperger's as well, or at least score unusually high on the autism quotient. She shows multiple signs, some of which are subtle and would require quite a bit of familiarity to readily identify. It's kind of endearing.
I think you would like her, Lanny. I'll try to get a pic of her and ask you what you think before I leave. Even the way she walks suggests Asperger's.
Cousin, her husband, and kid come over without having been aware of it. Instantly down a mug of 13% wine, pour another and mix brandy into it because it's too weak for me.
Just autism things.
Christ the GABAergic deficit allows me to drink a lot. Not a good thing because the amount I need to get drunk is the amount that begins to seriously damage my stomach. Back when I was suicidal and drinking myself to death (5 liters of wine and 1 liter of brandy a day) I once intermittently dry heaved for 3 days straight and didn't eat anything, barely drank anything, because I couldn't keep anything down.
Feels like a right of passage to have experienced serious alcoholism.
Also found out that all my grandparents lived into like their 90s, so I may have those sweet longevity genes. 2080 here I come!
Sploo, I also have (severe) OCD behavior that gets triggered by cleaning. It can take me multiple times the normal amount to finish cleaning things like my body, the floor and furniture, or dishes. It used to be far more severe as a late teenager, I could spend as much as 2 hours scrubbing myself with scouring pads you use for dishes and dish soap, making sure every centimeter of my body was perfectly clean. It was an obsessive compulsion, to not stop because it felt wrong to do so before it was perfectly clean.
Definitely autism related in my case, OCD is a pretty common part of Asperger's.
Now I've managed to get it under control. I can still take too long due to perfectionism and because I really like hot showers, they're one of the few things that relax me, and you've likely read about basis for the shower thought phenomenon, which causes me to continually space out and lose track of time.
Chronic insomnia is back. It feels like a mark of character.
2017-12-27 at 12:09 AM UTC
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malice confirmed neurotypical
wat? I doubt there's anything in existence that could confirm me as a neurotypical.
With family now. No emotional reaction. I'm just pissed that I have to put up with this for 14 fucking days. I fucking hate small towns, this place is practically out in the middle of nowhere to me and there's nothing to fucking do here. I really should've ordered a gram of etizolam or something so I could just fast forward through this in a warm daze.
My dad also mentioned that my younger brother may be pissed at me (He said he might be a little angry, but he's probably pissed.). That kid was annoying as fuck and had serious emotional problems. Fortunately I used to do steroids and workout pretty heavily, having retained a surprising amount of strength and muscle mass, so I'm pretty confident I could beat his ass if necessary. Still hasn't gotten home.
Fortunately I seemed to have pulled off barely saying anything pretty well, just flowed right into things. They damn well were used to it when I used to live with them.
Post last edited by Malice at 2017-12-25T00:56:56.549099+00:00
Eh, I wouldn't say it's really worth listening to. Very picky.
"A Mishmash of Wishywashy."
Perfect description, really.
The amount of alcohol I need to get a good buzz is enough to damage my stomach. I was pounding them back when my dad went to a nice Christmas party his company threw. Free drinks served by bartenders, and there was gambling too (You started with a set amount of chips and at the end of the period they were exchanged for raffle tickets).
Also, I just had a possible homo, I mean hobo (has a gay voice) in a wheelchair go behind me and say "There are predators everywhere, there's one behind you. Just kidding. I know you heard my voice.". It didn't faze me, he's a noisy fucking coot making comments to everyone, yakking and giggling. God I hate the poor. Strong motivation to escape and never look back.
