I mean I suppose one way to look at it, it’s not that I got a sickness calibrated perfectly right to slim me down but that all this time I was maintaining an energy store perfectly sized to sustain me through this weird sickness I’d catch one day
The fact that I have not really built a personal connection at all with any of the women I’ve been with since the personality change somewhat softened by the way that if I wanted to find a long-term mate anyway I may as well wait a bit and do it with the sexual market value of a much thinner body anyway
I think I’ve gotten more into the swing of whole milk and the thing is the fat content actually favors a different tongue position than 2%, for reasons of taste receptors and/or flow
Always flattering when Tinder suddenly starts showing you much hotter users because it means someone hot swiped on you and the matchmaking algorithm upranked you
Red Lobster, Olive Garden, Outback Steakhouse, and Hooters represent the four thematic seasons of suburban life: winter (New England), spring (Italy), summer (Australia), and fall (heterosexuality).
Irritated that the mental issues are weak enough this echo cycle I don’t feel licensed to just declare a vacation and feel obligated to maintain some sort of function through them
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