This would work on me for many games. But I don’t drink. I’m at home playing the games.

Born in the late 80s. Saw a tiny peek of the world before the rug pull.

Sitting on the edge of the tub nonverbal because.

“Are you okay?” “Yeah I only got hit with a chair.” An actual conversation from last week.

Well I like my job, so no one has to twist my arm to do it. And I like the way coffee tastes. I like the texture. I like the warmth. As long as it’s a dark roast. Who knows? :)

Mid thirties. The sex would have to be mind blowing to replace even gas station swill at this point. Drugs it just depends, I need my brain for work.

I drink a giant travel mug of black coffee every day. I have no excuse. It’s my only joy.

I will drink the full liter black.

“I feel like if it ends here I’ll be satisfied with the story” but there are ten more episodes…yeah i still do that.

Gotta agree OP. Others latched onto the packet thing but…honestly it is an awful beverage. I grew up drinking it, steeping it, making it as sun tea. I know how it tastes when made correctly. It’s still not a good drink.

I gave mine a good blow out like a Nintendo cartridge

Use ice as a mixer

I end up doing a lot of my admin at home (I’m salaried) bc people won’t leave me alone with their conversations that…aren’t important. But the hours are really good. One more year and I can move on and take a massive pay bump without working outside of campus hours.

These morons making it about Kirk for convenient points/rage bait/whatever are putting this school in harms way. I feel so bad for them.

I would like to having healing powers of some kind.

Ya sometimes, especially when we are younger and maybe lonely and just want to be loved we certainly ignore red flags, or worse, think we can fix it.

This is not commentary specific to her, and I’m not defending her at all with this response, but I do want to note this:

A lot of people hide who they really are to lock in their partners with children, debt, etc. Things like abuse don’t start out on day 1. And we need to be careful with this sort of rhetoric.

I was trying to move a bookshelf with the questionable help of a 15-year-old.

He let go (he was at the top) without warning while I was still about 4 steps from the ground floor.

I’m sub 120, so this thing just launched me like a pinball down the stairs and into the living room. The scar came from losing my grip on the shelf as it launched me backwards. It ran straight across my wrist and left a wide, shallow scar that looks like the bad thoughts finally won.

I landed on my feet like a cat. Every time I wear short sleeves people look at it just a little too long, but no one has ever asked.

Being borderline is the most painful condition. Maintaining your kindness at the same time…best of luck, friend.

-a fellow BPD haver.