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I think this might be my favorite picture of myself in the whole world

[amanomahitotsu1]

So, this is tumblr. We all know that being lactose intolerant is just nature’s challenge to us to make us eat as much lactose as possible. I just want to acknowledge my own hypocrisy for a moment. I just ate 7 mozzarella sticks, and proceeded to wash it down with lactose free milk.

I’m a fraud. A coward. I’m home alone for the next two weeks. I have no need to worry about taking too much time in the bathroom. And yet I didn’t chug the half gallon of regular milk that was also in the fridge.

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I’m in the bathroom, at work, and the guy in the stall next to me is just absolutely blasting some trap/rap music, and it’s a guy we know kinda well as a person who just comes in out of his mind on some type of drug.

Don’t even know his name, all I know is that he looks to be in his late twenties, usually walks to the store, and uses the motor carts. He came in the other day with a full pan of made hamburger helper, sat on a bench in the vestibule, then left. I don’t think he even took a bite. He was dropped off, went in, sat for 5 minutes, then just walked off.

I kinda worry for the guy. He doesn’t always seem to be aware of his surroundings, so I occasionally think that he might’ve been in an accident or something if I don’t see him for a few days.

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Well, we can now add $60 to the amount of money I’ve spent on sex toys. I just ordered two motorized things off Amazon just to see how different they can be. But, due to what they are, I can’t really return them, so I just get to own those now.

Supposedly, one of them mimics a bj, but I’ve never actually experienced one, so this should be fun.

If my memory and math checks out, this brings the total amount of money I’ve spent on things like this to over $500. However, I would like to add that almost everything I’ve gotten has been on sale, so I don’t pay full price.

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I’m actually pretty sad rn. Not for any like, big reason, but I failed to make my own soup broth. I was trying to vaguely follow the Binging With Babish secret ingredient soup recipe for the broth, to the point of going up to Henrietta to go to the Asia Food Market to get some pork bones to use. I also grabbed a whole bunch of other things, and all in all, the soup ended up costing me about $35ish.

All for it to just be so…. bland. Granted, I didn’t get the Chinese scallops, because I didn’t see them at the place, so that may have been it, but even after trying to save it with some chicken bouillon cubes, it still didn’t taste like anything until I added just way too much chili oil.

I know that it’s not a big deal, and it’s just part of the journey of cooking, but I still can’t help but feel down because I was really hoping it would do well.

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And I’m apparently so heartless that I spent 20 minutes in bed, went to go take a shit, and I’m no longer really that sad. I spent about 2 and a half hours playing the mod. And I’m better in 20 minutes. Here I was thinking I’d finally be able to cry at something, but nah. Toxic masculinity, bitches. Boys don’t cry.

Fuckin hell.

holy fucking shit i just finished Doki Doki Exit Music, and that shit has damn near broken me again. Natsuki is my favorite character, and always will be, and holy shit, did that mod fucking deliver on the emotional roller coaster. I’ll probably also play the redux at some point in the near future, but god damn, did I make a mistake playing that during a depressive episode when I’m too far away to ask for a hug from family.

I’m legit just laying in bed, tired as fuck because I woke up about 18 hours ago, and just feeling my heart ache from me “intentionally” making myself sad again.

Shockingly enough, I haven’t cried. I think the last piece of media to make me cry was the anime Plastic Memories, which I watched 2 years ago, and it still hurts to think about.

I’m rambling now. Adhd, man. Shit is wild.

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holy fucking shit i just finished Doki Doki Exit Music, and that shit has damn near broken me again. Natsuki is my favorite character, and always will be, and holy shit, did that mod fucking deliver on the emotional roller coaster. I’ll probably also play the redux at some point in the near future, but god damn, did I make a mistake playing that during a depressive episode when I’m too far away to ask for a hug from family.

I’m legit just laying in bed, tired as fuck because I woke up about 18 hours ago, and just feeling my heart ache from me “intentionally” making myself sad again.

Shockingly enough, I haven’t cried. I think the last piece of media to make me cry was the anime Plastic Memories, which I watched 2 years ago, and it still hurts to think about.

I’m rambling now. Adhd, man. Shit is wild.

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The college life sucks. Especially as an adhd dipshit with depression. I failed the first semester with flying zeros because I physically couldn’t make myself do jack shit without someone close to me making me do so, and the only person on campus that is like that is my roommate, who also has adhd and depression. Imma try to do things next semester, but chances are, Imma fucking drop out.

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Thr thing I’ve missed the most while being at college is my cats. Like, I just want their cuddles and them nuzzling into me.

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You’re secretly a werewolf, with so much control over your were-form you’re basically just yourself. You’ve grown so close to your roommate that you decide it’s safe to transform in front of them. You expect shock, horror. Instead, they whip out a fursuit.

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Another singing post, but as a bass/baritone, when the majority of the music I listen to is sung by people who are way higher than me, people like Bobby Bass are godsends.

People who do bass vocal covers of songs really make it so much easier to sing, because I get to more easily harmonize with them, and it’s in my comfortable range. While my pitch is decent, it is far from perfect. It has also helped to expand my range down low, so I am more comfortable hitting the absolute beasts of notes that they can hit.

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Bro, I fucking hate whenever I hear a new song that is in another language, but it’s a fucking bop, so I have to learn said new language and pronounce everything perfectly just so I can sing along whenever the one song comes up in a playlist that is 500 songs long.

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Weird question.

Does the pleasure felt from anal play differ from person to person? Like, I’ve tried it a couple of times now, and, like, I just don’t get it? I mean, it’s a different sensation. I just don’t really feel any more pleasure than if I were to just jack off normally, with the exception of the feeling that I’m doing something mildly taboo.

I dunno. I might be doing it wrong, but I also can’t be sure about that.

Maybe I’m just one of the few tumblr users who are hella fuckin straight. Too “Christian” to enjoy butt stuff. Sadge.

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Say what you will about me, but I am a whore for a good, big burrito. Like, the food. Not a penis.

You give me a big ass burrito, and it is good (which it would be really hard for it to not be), and I will do whatever you want. Can’t promise I’ll do it well, but I will do it regardless.

I really want a burrito, but it’s a holiday tomorrow, so the tex-mex place down at the student center will likely be closed, and I don’t have the money to get something off campus.

It also doesn’t help that I watch cooking videos all the fucking time.

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I just punched myself in the tailbone for some reason, and now it feels like it is mildly out of place. Fucking ow.

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Man, is it too much to ask for a shy, subby gf that will ride me while burying her face into my chest in an attempt to hide how turned on she is?

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For some reason, my dream last night was me doing a GTA style heist where we had to break into a building to steal a key, then drive a bit of a ways away to use that key on another building, getting something that was protected by constricting snakes (we died multiple times there), then we had to find a cool blue rat.

While trying to find the rat, I decided to stop at a Mcdonalds, where I was going to grab some food. I had $17 in my account.

A large fries was $5.

I was livid, but I unfortunately woke up at that point,