I’ve got a cup of coffee and a dream to make it through this day.
Power of voodoo (who do?)
I always end up with hot juices running down my face.
Funnily enough, I have been rested for ADHD by professionals. Not even borderline.
The test itself is an ADHDer’s nightmare. First they ask you to look at a few pictures, then you take a 250 item questionnaire, where some of them are the same, just worded slightly differently, then they ask you specific questions about the pictures you looked at 250 questions ago.
Sometimes an inner monologue isn’t just a single patronizing voice, but a cacophony of interconnected intuitions that spawn action and art ex nihilo in ways that are ineffable.
No? Just me? Nevermind, I’ll be over there.
They pussied out at the last minute.
Inspired by a recent 196 post
I am definitely comfortable naked around people more than they are comfortable around me naked.
In today’s economy, it might be better to look for something electric.
196 just ain’t the same since it switched instances
Men be over here bragging about eating a woman until she squirts all over his face, then balk at this?
Get out of here.